Mary and Joseph were watching their ?bother?
Lovers with a different past, like the one that loves ?a rose?
Mary is in stitches, she`s tied down on the bed
While Joseph plays a ukelele standing on his head
Sad is the hour that saw them divided
People with a common blood, parted in the name of God
The father and the mother of the royal king on earth
He`ll only come when hearts are joined and peace rings in his berth
