In the stable in Bethlehem was born tonight
the only son of God.
The first people laughed at his cries and his pranks
were poor people only, unfortunately.
But the Jewish king of country, he sharpened his knife,
for kings are afraid for their lives.
for kings are afraid for their lives.
And when he grew bigger, so he wandered around
and lived from hand to mouth.
For civil peace was him never given.
But it was harmful by the way.
To think of the people, that he circumvented with:
a fisherman, a carpenter, a blacksmith!
a fisherman, a carpenter, a blacksmith!
The rich were lashed with whip and words:
of them had evil roots.
But the sinner ate at the Savior's table,
and whores lay at his feet
The master ended as he did, is it nice,
to deal with such a kind?
to deal with such a kind?
Today one knows best, who he really was:
the poor's Lord and Master.
And for that it should not be forgotten, we have
the church with popes and priests.
So the rich is free to remember it.
So they can celebrate Christmas in peace.
The Master by Rudolf Nilsen
Music: Lillebjørn Nielsen m.fl.
From the Album: På stengrunn
