Herod - Art Garfunkel, Amy Grant

Herod the curious

Herod the curious

Herod the curious- was furious

In his Citadel on the hill

Herod the jealous one, dying without a son

Bade his soldiers drink his fill

Herod the hideous

Herod the hideous

Herod the hideous- perfidious

Lifted his demon voice evil and shrill

Loudly commanded them, «Go then to Bethlehem

All the newborn babes to kill»

And the jackals cackled «Chacka chaka chaka cha»

To think of such a lie

That the promised King of Israel was only born to die

But the rooster keeping vigil in the first still light of morning

Afar off saw a plume of dust and raised a din of warning in disgust:

«A nightmare’s coming true!

An army is in view!

King Herod does pursue!»

Herod vainglorious

Herod vainglorious

Herod vainglorious- victorious

Lashed his horses in wild pursuit

Closer and closer he came hate burning like a flame,

Raised his spear in mock salute

And out to the desolation of the dawning desert waste

They fled on a drowsy donkey

In confusion, yawning even in their haste.

And the animals looked on

As they faded in the dawn

And suddenly were gone

«Which way to Egypt then?

Which way to Egypt then?

Which way to Egypt then?»

Joseph asked the donkey

lost in a storm of swirling sand

As from his chariot Herod Iscariot cast his eye across the land