Текст песни The Ballad of Joseph and Mary Mixea - Michael Ray Laemmle

Before there was Jesus, Mary, and Joseph
There was just Joseph and Mary
I like to think of Joseph as a young man
Lost in his own world

Of twenty-two, maybe twenty-six
But he's still a dreamer
He sits on a hill
Watching Mary doing her hair

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Joseph sits under a tree
I think it's an olive tree
And he looks at Mary doing her chores

And all the young men around Joseph's age
They're watching TV
Watching baseball, watching kickball
Joseph, he's already put away childish things

And there's Mary, beautiful and pure
There's Mary, beautiful and pure
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
She is dressed in light blue robes

She does what her mother asks her
They live in a clay hovel
And there's no sewage
Except on the straits that the Romans provided

And in all this desert
And in all this dryness
Here's a cool glass of water
Here's a tall drink of water

Her name is Mary, oh Mary
Mother of God
Mary, oh Mary
Mother of God

Are you still a mother
Cause I need a mother
Beyond my real mother
Who knows

From your breast
Is the milk of kindness
From your breast
Is the milk of kindness

And I need to know Mary
I need to know Mary
Has anybody asked for your hand in marriage
My name is Joseph

I'm just a shepherd boy, a carpenter's son
Like my father before him
Who was a carpenter's son
Of a carpenter's son

Of David, king of the Jews
King David, king of the Jews
I trace my lineage back to king David king of the Jews
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

I trace my lineage back to king David king of the Jews
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah