Fishburn

Lyrics

The baker woman in her humble lodge
Received a grain of wheat from God
For nine whole months the grain she stored
Behold the handmaid of the Lord
Make us the bread, Mary, Mary
Make us the bread we need to be fed

The baker woman took the road which led
To Bethlehem the house of bread
To knead the bread she labored through the night
And brought it forth about midnight
Bake us the bread, Mary, Mary
Bake us the bread we need to be fed

She baked the bread for thirty years
By the fire of her love and the salt of her tears
By the warmth of a heart so tender and bright
And the bread was golden brown and white
Bring us the bread, Mary, Mary
Bring us the bread we need to be fed

After thirty years the bread was done
It was taken to town by her only son
The soft white bread to be given free
To the hungry people of Galilee
Give us the bread, Mary, Mary
Give us the bread we need to be fed

For thirty coins the bread was sold
And a thousand teeth so cold, so cold
Tore it to pieces on a Friday at noon
When the sun turned black and red the moon
Break us the bread, Mary, Mary
Break us the bread we need to be fed

And when she saw the bread so white
The living bread she had made at night
Devoured as wolves might devour sheep
The baker woman began to weep
Weep for the bread, Mary, Mary
Weep for the bread we need to be fed

But the baker woman's only son
Appeared to his friends when three days had run
On the road which to Emmaus led
And they knew him in the breaking of bread
Lift up your head, Mary, Mary
Lift up your head for now we've been fed
Lift up your head, Mary, Mary
Lift up your head for now we've been fed