I Was Born in Bethlehem - Nick Lowe, Los Straitjackets

I was born in Bethlehem

2,000 years have passed since then

And I’ve done what I can

To be there when a man can’t find a friend

On the streets of Bethlehem

As the story always said

We were trying to find a bed

It was cold, I was late

And we stood outside the locked gate of the inn

Until the kindness of strangers let us in

To a stable 'round the back

Little more than a shack

Where my sweet mother, meek and mild

And herself only a child

Gave her best, then took her rest

Do do do do do do do…

At the door then came a knock

Shepherds who had quit their flock

With their eyes round with fear

Daddy jumped up and cried

«Get out of here!»

But Mother stilled him and bid them draw near

I was there but couldn’t see

The unfolding mystery

Kings with their presents

Of gold, myrrh and frankincense

Who set them

Before the Lamb

'Neath the star of Bethlehem

I was born in Bethlehem

It’s been 2,000 years since then

But I’ve done what I can

To be there when a man can’t find a friend

I was born in Bethlehem