Christmas With the Ones We Know and Love
Broke man all a-shiver
On another winter’s eve
He don’t have far to venture
Has nothing up his sleeves
I wonder, Where’s his Paradise tonight?
Child in a doorway
In a building, all ramshackle
Sees mother on the bedspread
This year there’ll be no travel
Tell me, where’s her Paradise tonight?
So sing another carol, play another tune
Maybe there’ll be snowflakes from above
Take your time reflecting
In your decorated room
Spending Christmas
With the ones you know and love
In the Limbo of the gutter,
Lost souls sleep with gin
No ties with the earthbound
And no pardons from their sin
But will they dwell in Paradise tonight?
Nations of corruption
Tied up to golden stakes
If they should push a button,
Would they clean the mess it makes?
Do they see themselves as Paradise tonight?
And sing another carol, and play another tune
And maybe there’ll be snowflakes from above
Take some time reflecting
In our decorated rooms
Spending Christmas
With the ones we know and love.
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