Another Christmas Song
Hope everybody's ringing on their own bell, this fine morning.
Hope everyone's connected to that long distance phone.
Old man, he's a mountain.
Old man, he's an island.
Old man, he's a-walking says
``I'm going to call, call all my children home.''
Hope everybody's dancing to their own drum this fine morning ---
the beat of distant Africa or a Polish factory town.
Old man, he's calling for his supper.
Calling for his whisky.
Calling for his sons and daughters, yeah ---
calling all his children round.
Sharp ears are tuned in to the drones and chanters warming.
Mist blowing round some headland, somewhere in your memory.
Everyone is from somewhere ---
even if you've never been there.
So take a minute to remember the part of you
that might be the old man calling me.
How many wars you're fighting out there, this winter's morning?
Maybe it's always time for another Christmas song.
Old man he's asleep now.
Got appointments to keep now.
Dreaming of his sons and daughters, and proving ---
proving that the blood is strong.
We recommend: If I Knew
i'll go left
sometimes we dont agree
but thats ok
cuz in the end
we're still brothers
you and me
we'll go to steak-and-shake
sometimes cuz we hang out everynight
and we do the same old thing
sometimes we fool around too much
cuz we are a frisky bunch
we get in trouble every day
hey, hey, (hey) ho (ho)
straight through the heart
im there for you and
i know you're there for me
give me a high five
hey, hey, ho, ho
friends till the end
cant you see thats the way
its gotta be
you're the money and the bom