JUST LIKE MOSES – Jez Lowe (Lowe Life Music)
There’s a hollow by a road down to a quarry, full of rusty bits of cars,
Only bed-less lovers go there in a hurry, to lie under summer stars.
It was motor bikers dressed in oil and leather, rasping dust, just to annoy,
Like last night’s chips wrapped in last Monday’s Daily Mirror,
They found a breathless baby boy.
It seems that he’d been lying there a week, at first they stood in disbelief,
Until someone turned the pages with a stick and saw his tiny hands and feet,
They thought it might have been a broken doll,
That someone threw away, a toy,
But the more they stood and stared they knew fine well, it was indeed a baby boy.
Just like Moses in the reeds, and the lambs in the fields,
Accept this sacrifice we bring,
Not all men born of woman this day shall be king.
He was taken small and silent by an ambulance, they never told us where.
And to the road so long deserted in it’s innocence the townsfolk came to stare,
And the guilty mother in our midst to track and trace, the police were soon employed,
And a thousand wagging tongues were quickly on the case to mourn that baby boy.
Well, time it passed and people say the culprit she was found but never charged,
And she’s with us now and how the police were wrong to keep us floundering in the dark.
But others see another dark, a woman and
The pain but not the joy,
And no sign of the man to take her by the hand
And hold their baby boy.
Some were born to tend the crops but waste away on parish slops,
Some were born to scale the heights, but are washing screens at traffic lights,
Some were born with artists’ hands, but cursed by governmental plans,
Some were born to tend the sick but are thankful they can swing a pick,
And still they sing, accept this sacrifice we bring.