All the streets are filled with laughter and light
And the music of the season
And the merchant's windows are all bright
With the faces of the children
And the families hurry into their homes
As the sky darkens and freezes
We’ll be gathering around our 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 seats
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 the music of the season
And the merchant's windows are all bright
With the faces of the children
And the families hurry into their homes
As the sky darkens and freezes
We’ll be gathering around our 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 seats
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
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