I feel the days growing shorter
As the nights grow colder and evermore slower
Right when the food is scarcer
Out of nowhere comes a feast fit for the King of Kings
Funny what religion brings
When the discipline of all things
Occurs as humanity sings
Sings from the heart
Of the Good News, music, literature and art
The beauty of the fine arts
As they do their part
Spreading the Word, the joy, the happiness
She whispers in my ear,
"Thank goodness."
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C / G / D / A
Written and performed by Daniel Brouse