How Far Is It To Bethlehem

Written by: Frances Chesterton

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Verse 1:
    A            D/F♯        Bm       E
How far is it to Bethlehem?  Not very far?
      A           D/F♯        Bm7    Bdim/F    A
Shall we find the stable room lit    by   a    star?
    F♯m7         C♯m7            Dmaj7           Gmaj7
Can  we  see the little  child –  is   He  with – in?
    A/C♯          D             Bm7    E7sus4  A
If   we  lift the wooden latch, may we go      in?
Verse 2:
    A             D/F♯             Bm         E
May we stroke the creatures there, ox, ass or sheep?
    A            D/F♯         Bm7    Bdim/F    A
May we peep like them and see Jesus    a  -    sleep?
    F♯m7           C♯m7        Dmaj7           Gmaj7
If  we   touch His tiny  hand,  will  He a  -  wake?
        A/C♯       D            Bm       E7sus4   A
Will He know we've come so far, just for His     sake? 
Verse 3:
      A          D/F♯               Bm            E
Great kings have pre - cious gifts, and we have naught.
     A             D/F♯      Bm7    Bdim/F   A
Our smiles and our tears are all we have    brought.
    F♯m7       C♯m7           Dmaj7      Gmaj7
For all  weary ch – il - dren Mary  must weep,
   A/C♯         D             Bm7           E7sus4    A
So here  on His bed of straw, sleep, chil - dren,    sleep.
             A/G               D/F♯         Bdim/F
God's in His mo - ther's arms; babes in the byre
A/E            D              Bm7           E7sus4   A   D/A   Em/A  D/A  A
Sleep, as they sleep who find their heart's de  –   sire.  

How far is it to Bethlehem? Not very far?
Shall we find the stable room lit by a star?
Can we see the little child – is He within?
If we lift the wooden latch, may we go in?

May we stroke the creatures there, ox, ass or sheep?
May we peep like them and see Jesus asleep?
If we touch His tiny hand, will He awake?
Will He know we’ve come so far, just for His sake?

Great kings have precious gifts, and we have naught.
Our smiles and our tears are all we have brought.
For all weary children Mary must weep,
So here on His bed of straw, sleep, children, sleep.

God’s in His mother’s arms; babes in the byre
Sleep, as they sleep who find their heart’s desire.

Lyrics: Public Domain


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