A Christmas Song

WHERE HIS SONS AND DAUGHTERS ARE -
Music and lyrics: Bill Mallonee

The angels sang the sweetest song ¦ That echoing refrain
The shepherds were up to something ¦ Or else drunk again
There probably wasn't any snow ¦ On the ground at the time
Although the cards depict that sorta thing ¦ Complete with warm and fuzzy rhyme
And the stable is neat and tidy ¦ And the hygiene is 5 stars
And the planet, it spins lonely ¦ As I step out of this bar

CHORUS:
And the Birth of births was like a death
Under that hallowed star
And every Father seems to know where His sons and daughters are

Some are lost in shopping malls ¦ Some on battlefields
Some are lost in suburbs ¦ Some on Capital Hill
Some are lost in terminal wards ¦ Or in a nursing home
Some are lost in I PODs ¦ More or less alone
But whatever the co-ordinates...On this map of shame
Whether close or faraway ¦ We're lost just the same

CHORUS:
And the Birth of births was like a death
Under that hallowed star
And every Father knows and cares where His sons and daughters are

You may wake up confused ¦ With the ache that's in your heart
Doesn't matter if you got there by choice ¦ Or got there by default
And every birth comes with tears ¦ And with youth there comes a cost
And sometimes you just grow up ¦ In the shadow of a cross
Where you take on more than you could know
And more than I'd ever wanna say
And I put you there once a long time ago
And again ¦ Everyday

CHORUS:
And the Birth of births was like a death
Under that hallowed star
Cause every Father knows and cares where His sons and daughters are

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Have a Merry Christmas everyone! Talk to you later. Peace.