Joseph

Under the rushes green
They sat by a singing stream
And he told her her hands
Were the loveliest he had seen
Down by the river wide
He pulled her into his side
And blessing her forehead, he
Called her his shining bride

Those were the days Joseph believed in love, again
Those were the days she wanted to be a child, again
She was afraid to be needed
She was afraid to be seen
She was afraid to be loved

All through the golden grain
Come summer sun or rain
They sang like the swallows
And danced like the burning flames
Within their dreaming minds
They memorized every line
And reverencing contour, they clung
To the holy vine

Those were the days Joseph believe in love, again
Those were the days she wanted to be a child, again
She was afraid to be needed
She was afraid to be seen
She was afraid to be loved

Under the fallen snow
Lay the father she used to know
And as warm muscles held her
A cold mem'ry haunted her bones
There in the dark of night
She wept like a tiny child
And asked him a thousand times
If she made a good wife

Those were the days Joseph believed in love, even still
Those were the days she waited on the good Lord to fulfill
There is no shame in being needed
There is no shame in being seen
There is no shame in being loved
There is no shame in being needed
There is no shame in being seen
THERE IS NO SHAME IN BEING LOVED