JENNIFER BELL SONGWRITER
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Old Farmer's carol
I started writing this when the father of a good friend died - he was a farmer - and my thoughts strayed to his farm and what if The Nativity were to happen in his stable... I added a middle part of verses nicked from the dormant Nativity series I'd written.
Old Farmer's carol
I am standing in the home field where my sheep used to graze,
There's a sound on the wind and then the sky's ablaze
And I hear angels singing alleluia, singing praise
To the Father, the Almighty, the Ancient of Days

And I stumble to the yard where the beasts stood at night
And the stable, empty nigh on twenty years is filled with light
And I hear angels singing alleluia, singing praise
To the father, the Almighty, the Ancient of Days

And there's a baby in the manger and my old horse stands behind,
Watching over the boy that is born to save mankind
And I hear angels singing alleluia, singing praise
To the Father the Almighty, the Ancient of Days.

Son of Man, Son of earth and heaven
Laid in hay, slumbers and sleeps
While the world despairs and weeps.
Son of God, have you come to say
Love redeems us today?
Never ending love, never ending love.

King of Kings have you come to rule
In this land, broken and bound
Wars and raging, no help found?
Weak and small, we will wait for you
Love makes everything new
Never ending love, never ending love

And I kneel and offer what I can, my old heart beating still.
And he knows the love I keep in there for him, and always will
And I hear angels singing alleluia, singing praise
To the Father, the Almighty, the Ancient of Days.

Prophesied since the ancient times
Christ the King harrowing Hell.
God with us Emmanuel,
Heaven stands open, the angels kneel,
The power of God is revealed
Never ending love, never ending love.

And my old eyes don't see so well now, things aren't what they seem
But I know now it's the babe that's real, it's me that's the dream
And I see angels singing alleluia, singing praise
To the Father, the Almighty, the Ancient of Days.
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