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Original recording from the Chieftain`s album "The Bells

Of Dublin"



All 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 into their homes

As the sky darkens and freezes

Will be gathering around the hearths and tables

Giving thanks for God`s graces

And the birth of the rebel Jesus



Well they call him by `the Prince of Peace`

And they call him by `the Savior`

And they pray to him upon the seas

And in every bold endeavor

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 seize us

But if any one of us should interfere

In the business of why they are poor

They get the same as the rebel Jesus



But pardon me if I have seem

To take the tone of judgement

For I`ve no wish to come between

This day and your enjoyment

In the 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

Original recording from the Chieftain`s album "The Bells

Of Dublin"



All 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 into their homes

As the sky darkens and freezes

Will be gathering around the hearths and tables

Giving thanks for God`s graces

And the birth of the rebel Jesus



Well they call him by `the Prince of Peace`

And they call him by `the Savior`

And they pray to him upon the seas

And in every bold endeavor

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 seize us

But if any one of us should interfere

In the business of why they are poor

They get the same as the rebel Jesus



But pardon me if I have seem

To take the tone of judgement

For I`ve no wish to come between

This day and your enjoyment

In the 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

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