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Nativity Peter Cape, c.1968 |
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C Dm They were set for the home when their horse went lame G C And the rain came pelting from out of the sky F C Am Then Joe saw this hut and he went for a look Dm G C He said, "She's rou---gh, but she'll keep yer dry" Dm G C He said, "She's rou---gh, but she'll keep yer dry" So her boy was born in a roadman's shack By the light of a lamp that would hardly burn And she wrapped him up in a sugar sack And laid him down on a bed of fern And then they came riding out of the night And this is the thing that she'd always swear As they took off their hats and came into the light They already knew that they'd find him there So she sat on the edge of that bracken bed And watched 'though she couldn't understand While they put their bundles by her baby's head And that big river nugget in the baby's hand Then she watched them leave through the open door Weary men who had travelled far Then the rain eased off and the low cloud broke And through the gap shone a single star. |
Roadman's shack, central North Island, 1904 |
I used the above words which were printed in the Manawatu Evening Standard 1989, and I concocted a story-teller's ballad tune for it which used the above chords.Recently (March 2000) Arthur Toms sent me this version of the song which the Rev. Peter Cape obviously intended as a church hymn, although the reference to an old joker with a billygoat beard would have disconcerted his congregation (JA).
Nativity (originally titled Epiphany) They were set for home, but the horse went lame And the rain came belting out of the sky Joe saw the hut and he went to look And he said, "She's old, but she'll keep you dry" So her kid was born in that roadman's shack By the light of a lamp that'd hardly burn She wrapped him up in her hubby's coat And put him down on a bed of fern Then they came riding out of the night And this is the thing that she'll always swear As they took off their coats and came into the light They knew they were going to find her there Three old jokers in oilskin coats Stood by the bunk in that leaking shack One had a beard like a billygoat's One was frail, and one was black She sat on the foot of the fernstalk bed And she watched, but she didn't understand When they put those bundles at the baby's head And this river nugget into his hand |
This is the old Anglican hymn tune Peter Cape set his words to.
Nativity -MIDI tune 1K |
- Tv One
- Arthur Toms writes, "Steve Robinson, Pauline Roberts and I recorded this song for TV One in about 1968, with John Terriss as the producer. I remember we did a sound studio recording, then mimed it on-screen."
This is a prayer Peter Cape wrote.
Lord I am Peter He that denied Thee Held himself from Thee Rendered Thee nothing That was Thine own. Lord I am Thomas Thomas that doubted Thee Into my mind And weak understanding Tried to cram all of Thy greatness I failed, and in failing, Held Thee in doubt. Lord I am Judas I who betrayed Thee Abandoned the Spirit And dwelt in the flesh Took of Thy bounty And wanton and lustful Turned to the earth. Lord I am Peter And Thomas and Judas Yet soul mind and body Turn me to Thee. |
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