Christmas Song (Live from Chicago)

She was his girl, he was her boyfriend
Soon 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 around

Not 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

Is not for love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love was all around

When Jesus Christ was nailed to his tree
He 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 our children's all around"

So I'm told, or 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
Rumors insisted he soon would be
For his deviations, taken into custody
By 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
The blood of our children all around
The blood of our children all around
Father up above
Why, in all this hatred, do you fill me up with
Love, love, love
Love, love, love?
Love, love is all around
Father up above
Why, in all this anger, do you fill me up with love
Fill me, love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love
And the blood of our children all around"