He said I was an angel.
Clothed in a veil of blue.
He told me I should please him like the other virgins do.
He said to call him Gabriel
That he was sent from heaven above
That what he did was righteous
That it was an act of love.
And now its nine months later
What a story I have told.
Of messengers from heaven
With beating wings of gold.
Of saviours, saints and sinners,
Of babies born of God
Of divinity and holy ghosts
It struck no one as odd.
Least of all my Joseph.
My man so good and strong.
He’s guided me on donkey’s back
To Bethlehem this morn.
To give birth to this child
Placed in me by a cad,
Whom I have dubbed an angel
But all in him is bad.
He said to call him Gabriel,
That he was sent from heaven above,
Well I know now he was no saint
In him there was no love.
He placed his seed in my belly
So I had to spin a yarn,
Adultery would have brought me death,
Instead I give birth in a barn.
But I’ll raise this baby in good faith
And as a saviour of men,
He will be the son of God
And he will save me then.
For all my sins will be absolved
And my shame will be my own
As I give birth to Jesus Christ
My Son, my saviour, my home.
