Christmas is the time of year When the patrons and the panthers Come and commandeer Christian, put away your fuss With the tipping of the handlers As the pagans must
I know for a century We were scrambling to assemble What a man believes I know for a time I let To believe that human kindness Would prevail instead
Woman, have you lost your kind? There are snakeskin stealers Seething in the afterlife Christian in the advent house You confess the incarnation With the breast turned out
Have you seen the Christ the king Suckling nurseries in snakeskin In the armored seat? Christian, put away your woes Welcome grief and crime and anguish With the happiest host
Oh, I was thinking by myself I was remembering Every moment by the river When it froze last night
And in the fullness of the moon I felt the baby kick beside me She was grabbing happy, healthy life
I lived it out to be a soldier I was channeling Middle Ages I was captured by the Norsemen rite
The sign that passeth comprehending She was tending right beside me She was captured in the midst of men
And then it kissed me on my shoulder All the possibilities of motion Resting rightly, right inside of meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
