Bethlehem is my kind of town No matter what is born there Most men find their knees on the ground Most men find their knees on the ground And Bethany's a pilgrim She's there by daylight I thought she was one of the children But now she's the mother of dreams I can't wake from Now she's the mother of night The night lulls in On Biblical Lands And it stands for all I'm missing And it steals my mind with a half-smile And it deals the North out in black piles And it reels me hard 'round the past while I think maybe I could belong there, too In Bethlehem, it's my kind of town With rooftops where the tar is warm Where I'm so lonesome I could drown And no one would kneel themselves down To fish me Save maybe Bethany