I think you might like this one: The Rebel Jesus, by Jackson Browne
All the streets are filled with laughter and light And the music of the season And the merchants windows are all bright With the faces of the children And the families hurrying into their homes As the sky darkens and it freezes Will be gathered in around the hearths and tables Giving thanks for god's graces And the birth of the rebel Jesus
Well they call him by the Prince of Peace And they call him by the Saviour And they pray to him upon the seas And in every bold endeavour As they fill his churches with their pride and gold And their faith in him increases But they've turned the nature that I worship in From a temple to a robbers den... In the words of the rebel Jesus
Oh we guard our homes with locks and guns And we guard our fine possessions And once a year when Christmas comes We give to our relations And perhaps we give a little to the poor If the generosity should sieze us But if any one of us should interfere In the business of why they are poor They get the same as the rebel Jesus
But please forgive me if I seem To take the tone of judgement For I've no wish to come between This day and your enjoyment In this life of hardship and of earthly toil We have need of anything that frees us So I bid you pleasure and I bid you cheer From a heathen and a pagan On the side of the rebel Jesus
My copy is on the Chieftain's Christmas album (Bells of Dublin) which also includes such lovelies as the St Stephen's Day Murders (with Elvis Costello).
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All the streets are filled with laughter and light
And the music of the season
And the merchants windows are all bright
With the faces of the children
And the families hurrying into their homes
As the sky darkens and it freezes
Will be gathered in around the hearths and tables
Giving thanks for god's graces
And the birth of the rebel Jesus
Well they call him by the Prince of Peace
And they call him by the Saviour
And they pray to him upon the seas
And in every bold endeavour
As they fill his churches with their pride and gold
And their faith in him increases
But they've turned the nature that I worship in
From a temple to a robbers den...
In the words of the rebel Jesus
Oh we guard our homes with locks and guns
And we guard our fine possessions
And once a year when Christmas comes
We give to our relations
And perhaps we give a little to the poor
If the generosity should sieze us
But if any one of us should interfere
In the business of why they are poor
They get the same as the rebel Jesus
But please forgive me if I seem
To take the tone of judgement
For I've no wish to come between
This day and your enjoyment
In this life of hardship and of earthly toil
We have need of anything that frees us
So I bid you pleasure and I bid you cheer
From a heathen and a pagan
On the side of the rebel Jesus
On YouTube here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PEC7d5jbAbo
My copy is on the Chieftain's Christmas album (Bells of Dublin) which also includes such lovelies as the St Stephen's Day Murders (with Elvis Costello).