Harold Stover
Shall I tell you who will come to Bethlehem on Christmas morn?
Who will kneel them gently down before the Lord, new born?
One small fish from the river, with scales of red, red gold,
One wild bee from the heather,
One gray lamb from the fold,
One ox from the high pasture,
Who will kneel them gently down before the Lord, new born?
One small fish from the river, with scales of red, red gold,
One wild bee from the heather,
One gray lamb from the fold,
One ox from the high pasture,
One black bull from the herd,
One goatling from the far hills,
One white, white bird.
And many children, God give them grace,
Bringing tall candles to light Mary’s face.
Shall I tell you who will come to Bethlehem on Christmas morn?
Who will kneel them gently down before the Lord, new born?
One goatling from the far hills,
One white, white bird.
And many children, God give them grace,
Bringing tall candles to light Mary’s face.
Shall I tell you who will come to Bethlehem on Christmas morn?
Who will kneel them gently down before the Lord, new born?