In the Precinct (It's Christmas) [Live [2024 Remaster]]

"Remember the old folk at Christmas!"

They're asking for your money in the precinct
Tins rattle for your pity in the street
There's people smiling at you with their hands out
Begging for a hand-out if you please

The Sally Army's wheeled all its troops out
Blowing on their horns for all they're worth
The season's based upon the god of money
I thought it was about a child's birth

Sing out
It's Christmas, with children singing carols at your door
People at Christmas go to church on a Sunday, forget it all on Monday
But I know what I really want to do
Spend Christmastime with you

They knock each other over in the market
And struggle to buy something that they'll hate
This time of year, it's easy to be a cynic
And very, very hard to be a saint
The man stands up and tells you to remember
To celebrate the coming of the Lord
But no-one hears, they hurry on regardless
Eager to get home to check their hoards

Sing out
It's Christmas, with children singing carols at your door
People at Christmas go to church on a Sunday, forget it all on Monday
But I know what I really want to do
Spend Christmastime with you

They're asking for your money in the precinct
Tins rattle for your pity in the street
There's people smiling at you with their hands out
Begging for a hand-out if you please

It's midnight, it's Christmas
With two full stockings hanging on the bed
We're sharing and caring
Unplug the television, a very wise decision
Let me tell you what to do and where to be

Spend Christmastime with me
Spend Christmastime with me
Spend Christmastime with me

Christmas, it's Christmas
Christmas, it's Christmas
Christmas, it's Christmas



Credits
Writer(s): Rory Baxter
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