Saturday, December 22, 2007

the real reason for the season

Christmas Song by Dave Matthews featuring Tim Reynolds

She was his girl, he was her boyfriend
She'd be his wife, and make him her husband
A surprise on the way any day, any day
One healthy little giggling, dribbling baby boy
The Wisemen came, three made their way
To shower him with love while he lay in the hay
Shower him with love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love was all around

Not very much of his childhood was known
Kept his mother Mary worried always out on his own
He met another Mary, who for a reasonable fee,
Less than reputable was known to be
His heart was full of love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love was all around

When Jesus Christ nailed to his tree
Said oh daddy-o, I can see how it all soon will be
I came to shed a little light on this darkening sea
Instead I fear I've spilled the blood of our children all around
The blood of our children is all around
The blood of our children is all around

So I'm told, so the story goes
The people he knew were less than golden-hearted
Gamblers and robbers,
Drinkers and jokers, all soul searchers
Like you and me, like you and me

Rumors insisted that he soon would be
For his deviations taken into custody
By the authorities, less informed than he
Drinkers and jokers, all soul searchers
Searching for love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love was all around

Preparations were made for a celebration day
He said eat this bread yet think of it as me
Drink this wine and dream it will be
The blood of our children all around
The blood of our children all around
The blood of our children is all around

Father up above
Why in all this hatred do you fill us up with love
Fill me love, love, yeah
Love, love, love
Love, love was all around

Father up above
Why in all this anger do you fill me up with love
Fill me love, love, yeah
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
Can't buy me love, love, love
All you need is love, love, love
Love, love
And the blood of our children is all around

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