Allan Rankin

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The Blanket
This song was inspired by a story from a homily given by Father Leo Trainor, at Saint James Roman Catholic Church Summerfield several years ago. Father Leo is a difficult man at times, but powerfully insightful and good hearted as well. That Sunday morning he spoke of simple gifts not offered. I performed this song for the first time in December of last year at the annual Hartsville Christmas Concert.


Lyrics
I was driving home for Christmas
On a stormy dark highway
With the spirit of a thousand angels
In my heart that day
And on the seat beside me
All wrapped in tinsel gold
Was a brown and yellow blanket
Made from virgin wool

Bridge:

I bought it for my mother
To keep her nice and warm
Some heavenly comfort
In the winter storms

He was like a ghostly figure
In the mercury vapor light
A poor half-frozen vagabond
Travelling in the night
He looked so small and helpless
To pass him by would be a sin
I thought about the golden rule
Slowed down and let him in

His face was like an ancient map
Of some forgotten land
The drifting snow blinded me
As he held out his hand
I asked where he was coming from
The place that he called home
He just stared at the blanket
Made from virgin wool

Repeat Bridge

He said brown is still the color
Of the hills of Galilee
Where God the Father came to earth
And revealed himself to me
And yellow was the radiant light
From an eastern star
That shepherded the wise men
On their journey from afar

My heart was so uplifted
For I was not alone
He told me things about my life
That he could never know
The highway was deserted now
And I lost all track of time
Then we came to the interchange
The turn off that was mine

I offered him some money
The new currency of friends
And directions to a nearby house
Where they might take him in
But I didn't give the traveller
What he needed most of all
The brown and yellow blanket
Made from virgin wool

The storm regained its fury
And I began to pray
I realized how easily
A soul can lose its way
I thought about the Christ child
In a stable long ago
And the brown and yellow blanket
Made from virgin wool

Repeat Bridge
End

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