Christmas Favorites from SoJo's Christmas Favorites: Bruce Cockburn | Sojourners

Christmas Favorites from SoJo's Christmas Favorites: Bruce Cockburn

Bruce Cockburn.
Bruce Cockburn.

Hands down, without a doubt, my favorite Christmas song comes from Canadian singer-songwriter and longtime Sojourners friend Bruce Cockburn with his "Cry of a Tiny Babe" from his 1991 album Nothing But a Burning Light. The verse, "Redemption rips through the surface of time in the cry of a tiny babe," puts a lump in my throat every time I hear it.

 

http://youtu.be/RlX4cDAkz44

 

I asked Bruce, 66, who said he's "full of joy and wonder" these days celebrating the birth of his baby daughter, Iona, last month, what his favorite Christmas tune was and his answer is characteristically unpredictable and wondrous.

He says,

"It's easy to pick a favourite secular one: 'Fairytale of 'New York,' the Pogues' thing. (I think its on 'If i Should Fall From Grace With God.')" 

[Editor's note: It is. And here's the official video:]

 

http://youtu.be/Jq9hdMIVpac

 

As for more "sacred" (Bruce called them "real") Christmas tunes, he says "We Three Kings" is a "musical favorite."

"Unfortunately the lyrics are atrocious, but it's a nice one to play," Bruce said. "The melody suits a modal, jazzy approach. Roland Kirk (I think) did a really nice version. We actually recorded it for the Christmas CD, with a recitation of TS Eliot's "Journey of the Magi" over part of the music. We had to leave it off though, as Eliot's publishers refused permission to use the poem."

Here's Kirk's version of the carol titled, "We Free Kings," followed by Eliot's "Journey of the Magi":

 

http://youtu.be/Czi1QY-_Z-o

 

Gift of the Magi
By T.S. Eliot

A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a long journey: The ways deep and the weather sharp, The very dead of winter. And the camels galled, sore-footed, refractory, Lying down in the melting snow. There were times when we regretted The summer palaces on slopes, the terraces, And the silken girls bringing sherbet. Then the camel men cursing and grumbling And running away, and wanting their liquor and women, And the night-fires going out, and the lack of shelters, And the cities dirty and the towns unfriendly And the villages dirty and charging high prices: A hard time we had of it. At the end we preferred to travel all night, Sleeping in snatches, With the voices singing in our ears, saying That this was all folly.  Then at dawn we came down to a temperate valley, Wet, below the snow line, smelling of vegetation; With a running stream and a water mill beating the darkness, And three trees on the low sky, And an old white horse galloped away in the meadow. Then we came to a tavern with vine-leaves over the lintel, Six hands at an open door dicing for pieces of silver, And feet kicking the empty wineskins. But there was no information, and so we continued And arrived at evening, not a moment too soon Finding the place; it was (you may say) satisfactory.  All this was a long time ago, I remember, And I would do it again, but set down This set down This: were we led all that way for Birth or Death? There was a Birth, certainly, We had evidence and no doubt. I had seen birth and death, But had thought they were different; this Birth was Hard and bitter agony for us, like Death, our death. We returned to our places, these Kingdoms, But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation, With an alien people clutching their gods. I should be glad of another death. 

 

Cathleen Falsani is Web Editor and Director of New Media for Sojourners. She is the author of several books, including The Dude Abides: The Gospel According to the Coen Brothers and her new release, BELIEBER!: Fame, Faith and the Heart of Justin Bieber. Follow Cathleen on Twitter @godgrrl.

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