said there'll be peace on earth But instead it just kept on raining A veil of tears for the virgin's birth I remember one christmas morning A winters light
Hyacinth lightning virgin Breathing in your ear She says you've gone and hurt her Turned her pure-white body clear Shiver through the open window The
or sorrow, Christ's tears fall over Jerusalem. The curtains are groggy with damp, and the rails, and the tracks and the tacks, and the black and the bats, and the shrivelled shrill lights
guessed your little secret Ah, yes, the virtuous Fantine Who keeps herself so pure and clean You'd be the cause I had no doubt Of any trouble hereabout You play a virgin in the light
herself so pure and clean You'd be the cause I had no doubt Of any trouble hereabout You play a virgin in the light But need no urgin' in the night. [
said there'll be peace on Earth But instead it just kept on raining A veil of tears for the virgin birth I remember one Christmas morning A winter's light
morn' I be the only blanket that's keepin' you warm 'Cos I never met anyone like you before And I can give you more I hoot in the mornin' to the crack
to Bethlehem Come and behold him Born the King of angels O come, let us adore him Christ the Lord God of God Light of light Lo, he abhors Not the virgin
it coming Makes all the virgins horny Sends all the preacher running Some fool?s always racing me He gets too close my dust is all he?ll see When you see red lights
Talkin' deep in a dim light We're passing through time Hiding from all the things around To find them pure and sublime Don't care if time keeps rushing
sail With assassins who kill for the morning Don't paint the sunlight It's virgin bright Don't paint the sunlight Wait 'til the morning light Capricorn
wash your clothes and mend your socks for your pay Farmer Brown had always dreamed of city lights Mini skirts on pretty girls were in his sights So one early morn
us adore Him O, come let us adore Him O, come let us adore Him Christ the Lord God of gods, light of light Lo, He abhors not the Virgin's womb Very God
When a cloudy morning rain touched our little town Three small sisters and a friend walking in the fields A strange light in the sky blotting out the
Egypt go, With His kind mother, who partakes thy woe. On the Morning of Christ's Nativity This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son
, let us adore Him, O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord. True God of true God, Light from Light Eternal, Lo, he shuns not the Virgin's womb; Son
opened my chest to heart my lies to accet the judgement of her knife. the morning:and so the lonely man with no will to stay wakes up in the morning
love and glory Some indians were saved They lived to tell the story And woolly bosher prays Big chief rides on the trail tonight Soldier boys marching in the morning light