Christmas Song - Tim Reynolds, Dave Matthews

She was his girl;

he was her boyfriend

She be his wife;

take him as her husband

A surprise on the way any day any day

One healthy little giggling dribbling baby boy

The wise men 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 is all around

Not very much of his childhood was known

Kept his mother Mary worried

Always out on his own

He met another Mary for a reasonable fee, less than

Reputable as known to be

His heart was full of love love love

Love love love

Love love is all around

When Jesus Christ was nailed to the 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 scene

Instead I fear I spill the blood of my children all around»

The blood of our children all around

The blood of our children all around

The blood of our children all around

So the story goes, so I’m told

The people he knew were

Less than golden hearted

Gamblers and robbers

Drinkers and jokers, all soul searchers

Like you and me

Rumors insisited 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 is all around

Preparations were made

For his celebration day

He said «eat this bread and 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 all around

Father up above, why in all this anger have you fill

Me up with love

Fill me love love love

Love love love

Love love

And the blood of our children all around