One of my favorite Christmas songs of the “modern era” is by Dave Matthews. I first encountered it on the album Live at Luther College with Dave Matthews and Tim Reynolds. Thanks to Mike at Waving or Drowning for reminding me of this wonderful song. The lyrics below are from his blog, which you can access at the end of this post.
If you want to listen to a version of it, go and see a YouTube version here.
Christmas Song
(Dave Matthews Band)She was his girl; he was her boyfriend
She’d be his wife and make him 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 was all aroundNot very much of his childhood was known
Kept his mother Mary worried
Always out on his own
He met another Mary who for a reasonable fee,
less than reputable was known to be.His heart full of love love love
Love love love
Love love was all aroundWhen Jesus Christ was nailed to 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’ve spilled the blood of my children all around”The blood of my children all around
The blood of my children’s all aroundSo I’m told, so the story goes
The people he knew were
Less than golden hearted
Gamblers and Robbers
Drinkers and Jokers, all soul searchers
Like you and me
Like you and meRumors insisted 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 was all aroundPreparations 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’s all around
The blood of our children all aroundFather up above, why in all this hatred do you fill
Me up with love, love, love
Love love love
Love love was all around
Father up above, why in all this hatred do you fill
Me up with love, fill me love love love
Love love love
all you need is love
you can’t buy me love
Love love love
Love love
And the blood of our children’s all around
Source: Christmas Song
Originally published on Wed, 20 Dec 2006 22:01:52 GMT by Mike