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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bruce Cockburn
Bruce Cockburn
Vocals
Edgar Meyer
Edgar Meyer
Acoustic Bass Guitar
Jim Keltner
Jim Keltner
Drums
Booker T. Jones
Booker T. Jones
Organ
Michael Been
Michael Been
Bass
Sam Phillips
Sam Phillips
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bruce Cockburn
Bruce Cockburn
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
T Bone Burnett
T Bone Burnett
Producer
Joe Henry
Joe Henry
Assistant Producer
Pat McCarthy
Pat McCarthy
Mixing Engineer
Paul Garcia
Paul Garcia
Assistant Engineer
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Mary grows a child without the help of a man Joseph gets upset because he doesn't understand Angel comes to Joseph in a powerful dream Says God did this and your part of his scheme Joseph comes to Mary with his hat in his hand Says, forgive me, I thought you'd been with some other man She says what if I had been, but I wasn't anyway And guess what, I felt the baby kick today Like a stone on the surface of a still river Driving the ripples on forever, Redemption rips through the surface of time in the cry of a tiny babe The child is born in the fullness of time Three wise astrologers take note of the signs Come to pay their respects to the fragile little king Get pretty close to wrecking everything Cause the governing body of the Holy land, Is that of Herod a paranoid man Who when he hears there's a baby born, King of the Jews Sends death squads to kill all male children under two But that same bright angel warns the parents in a dream And they head out for the border and getaway clean Like a stone on the surface of a still river Driving the ripples on forever, Redemption rips through the surface of time in the cry of a tiny babe And there are others who know about this miracle birth The humblest of people catch a glimpse of their worth For it isn't to the palace that the Christ child comes But to shepards and street people, hookers and bums And the message is clear if you have ears to hear That forgiveness is given for your guilt and your fears It's a Christmas gift that you don't have to buy There's a future shining in a baby's eye Like a stone on the surface of a still river Driving the ripples on forever, Redemption rips through the surface of time in the cry of a tiny babe Like a stone on the surface of a still river Driving the ripples on forever, Redemption rips through the surface of time in the cry of a tiny babe
Writer(s): Bruce Cockburn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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