Bert Jansch - Mary And Joseph

Sweet Mary and Joseph
In a rocket machine
Where travelling the void
With not a star to be seen
Deep out there in space
With no-one to help them
Not a gentle kind face

After millions of miles
Came a bright silver star
With planets and moons
All arrayed near and far
Now there's hope for the future
A place to lay down
The son of God's coming soon

Now the planet of fire
He would not let them land
And the planet of water
He couldn't understand
But the green pastoral Earth
He beckoned them down
They came singing with mirth

That night they took shelter
In a Holiday Inn
And Mary in labour
Her pains did begin
And her baby was born
To the sound of the truck drivers
Blowing their horns

Far from the East
Came the Kremlin's top brass
From the West came the President
And his aides smoking grass
From the North came the Queen
From the South came the black brothers
Ending his dream