E the horse's hay beneath his head A our Lord was born to a manger bed F#m that all whose wells run dry A F#m E could drink of his supply E to keep him warm, the sheep drew near A so grateful for His coming here F#m come with news of grace A F#m E come to take my place E the donkey whispered in his ear A "child, in 30-some-odd years F#m you'll ride someone who looks like me A F#m E untriumphantly" E the cardinals warbled a joyful song A he'll make right what man made wrong F#m bringing low the hills A F#m E that the valleys might be filled E then "child", asked the birds A "well, aren't they lovely words we sing?" F#m the tiny baby lay there A F#m E without saying anything E at a distance stood a mangy goat A with the crooked teeth and a matted coat F#m weary eyes and worn A F#m E chipped and twisted horns E thinking "maybe I'll make friends someday A with the cows and the hens in the rambouillet F#m but for now, I'll keep away A F#m E I've got nothing smart to say" E there's a sign on the barn in the cabbage town A "when the rain picks up and the sun goes down F#m sinners, come inside A F#m E with no money, come and buy E no clever talk, nor a gift to bring A requires our lowly, lovely king F#m come you, empty handed, A F#m E you don't need anything" [the solo is tremolo picking listen to the song to figure out the pattern of how long to pick each note} e---------------11-------------------------| B--14-16--17-16---16-14--------------------| G------------------------------------------| D------------------------------------------| A------------------------------------------| E------------------------------------------| E and the night was cool and clear as glass A with the sneaking snake in the garden grass F#m deep cried out to deep A F#m E the disciples fast asleep E and the snake perked up when he heard You ask A "if you're willing that this cup might pass F#m we could find our way back home A F#m E maybe start a family all our own" E "but does not the Father guide the Son? A not my will, but yours be done. F#m what else here to do? A F#m E what else for me, but You?" E and the snake who'd held the world A a stick, a carrot and a string F#m was crushed beneath the foot A F#m E of your not wanting anything