Poor Man
[Verse 1]
Lain down on a bed of straw
Lain down in a farmer's troth
Lain down in mystery
And adoration of the Magi
[Chorus]
Jesus was a poor man
I am a poor man too
Ain't no end of tellin'
What a poor man might do
[Verse 2]
Who could find a reason
To question his mean estate?
Or protest his treason
To alter what decreed his fate?
[Chorus]
Jesus was a poor man
I am a poor man too
Ain't no end of tellin'
What a poor man might do
[Verse 3]
Harder for a camel
Through the eye of a needle
Harder still for a rich man
To enter into heaven
[Chorus]
Jesus was a poor man
I am a poor man too
Ain't no end of tellin'
What a poor man might do
[Verse 4]
Jesus was a carpenter
I like to think that he built this house
Quiet as surrendеr
Quiet as the church mouse
[Chorus]
Jеsus was a poor man
I am a poor man too
Ain't no end of tellin'
What a poor man might do
[Verse 5]
Might build some houses
Might share his blanket's warmth
Might still some lingering doubts
With his strength against the storm
[Chorus]
Jesus was a poor man
I am a poor man too
Ain't no end of tellin'
What a poor man might do
[Verse 6]
Lay down your rusted sword
It will not bring you pleasure
Where your anger is stored
There will also lie your treasure
[Chorus]
Lay it down in a bed of straw
Lay it down in a farmer's troth
Lay it down in mystery
And adoration of the Magi