Chords for Sting interpreta el poema de un mártir jesuita en la catedral de Durham

_ _ Robert Southwell was a 16th century English poet.
He was also a Catholic and
a Jesuit priest and he was convicted of treason in 1595 and executed.
His poem
which is entitled The Burning Babe offers a macabre vision encountered on a
winter's night of the infant Jesus suspended in the darkness and burning in
agony for the sins of man.
_ This rather dark vision is offset by a rather jolly
setting which is the work of English traditional fiddler and singer Chris
Wood.
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_ [A] My heart was pressed, [G] my furnace is the fuel [Em] wounding thorn.
Love is the fire and the signs of smoke, the ash of shame and scorn.
The [A] fuel just [G] as layeth on and mercy [Em] draws the cold.
The metal in the stone is wrought, a menace to fire and soul.
Oh, [A] which is now a fire [G] I am to work and to [Em] their good.
Slowing I dance into a bath and washing [G] in my blood.
With [A] this he banished [G] all the silence with his [Em] sharp, cruel hand.
And straight I call it a to-night and it was [G] Christmas _ Day.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] As I in [G] hollywinter's night, your children [E] and the [Em] snow, surprised I was with sudden heat which made my [G] heart grow cold.
[A] And lifting up a [G] feeble eye to view [Em] what fire was near, a pretty babe all burning bright did in the [G] air appear.
[A] Whose scourging wind, excessive [G] heat, just was a [Em] kid that shared.
And for his blood's a quenching flame with which his tears [G] were fed.
[A] I've asked for feet but [G] no they've brought in fiery [Em] leaves that fly.
Let none approach [A] to warm their [Em] hearts or feel the [G] fire burn out.
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