Jackson Browne lyrics

The streets are filled with laughter and light And the music of the season And the merchants' windows are all bright With the faces of the children And the families hurrying to their homes As the sky darkens and freezes Will be gathering around their hearths and tables Giving thanks for God's graces And the birth of the rebel Jesus They call him by the "Prince Of Peace" And they call him by "The Saviour" And they pray to him upon the sea And in every bold endeavour And they fill his churches with their pride and gold As their faith in him increases But they've turned the nature that I worship in From a temple to a robber's den In the words of the rebel Jesus We guard our world with locks and guns And we guard our fine possessions And once a year when Christmas comes We give to our relations And perhaps we give a little to the poor If the generosity should sieze us But if anyone of us should interfere In the business of why there are poor They get the same as the rebel Jesus But pardon me if I have seemed To take the tone of judgement For I've no wish to come between This day and your enjoyment In a life of hardship and of earthly toil There's a need for anything that frees us So I bid you pleasure and I bid you cheer From a heathen and a pagan On the side of the rebel Jesus Get This Ringtone

Top Jackson Browne Lyrics

Other Top Lyrics