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Over the sand, wise men are making their way
Their eyes on the star they've followed for many a day
Out in the stable Mary is cradling her child,
Jesus meek and mild

Many years later, Billy is lying in his bed
Can't get to sleep, so many thoughts filling his head
Will he get a football and a bicycle, his heart's delight,
When Santa calls tonight?

We've lost the connection somewhere along the way
And taken the Christ child out of Christmas Day

Out in the stable they kneel at the foot of a king
Their hands stretching out to offer the gifts that they bring
Out in the street, make of it what you like,
Billy is riding his bike.

13. Christmas Song
(McGowan) I have not yet got the lyrics in front of me, but I'm sure I love this anyway. Music is lovely, peaceful and beautiful. Oh, now comes nylon strings! Simple is sometimes the best. --Jore It was Donovan's awful Christmas song last year that brought this on - I thought even an atheist could do better - and this was the result. --Davy