Chris Wood The Farmer lyrics

On Christmas Day it happened so
Down in the meadows for to plough,
As he was ploughing all on so fast
Up came sweet Jesus himself at last.

“Oh man, oh man, what makes you plough
So hard upon The Lord's birthday?”
The farmer answered him with great speed,
“For to plough this day I have got need.”

His wife and children's out of place,
His beasts and cattle they're almost lost.

His beasts and cattle they die away
For ploughing on The Lord's birthday.
His beasts and cattle they die away
For the breaking of Our Lord's birthday.

This is the truth sent from above,
The truth of God, the God of love.
Therefore don't turn me from your door
But hearken all both rich and poor, rich and poor.