Christmas Song - Live at John Paul Jones Arena, Charlottesville, VA, 11.19.10

She was his girl, he was her boyfriend
She'd be his wife, make him as her husband
A surprise on the way, any day, any day
One healthy little giggling, dribbling baby boy
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 around

Not very much of his childhood was known
Kept his mother Mary worried, always out on his own
Met another Mary who for a reasonable fee
Less than reputable was known to be
His heart was full of love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love was all around

When 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 spill the blood of our children all around"
The blood of our children all around
The blood of our children's all around

So 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 me

Rumors 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 around

Preparations 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
Blood of our children spilling down
The blood of our children's all around"

Father up above
Why in all this anger do you fill us 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, yeah
Love, love, love
Love, love, all your even
Love, yeah
Can't buy the love, love, yeah
Love, love
And the blood of our children all around

That's my good friend, Carl Boven on the drums here today