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The Goose Song
03:19
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flying overhead
hope you find the lower hemisphere
goodbye goodbye friend
say hello to the sun when you get there
old goose
with your wings in fleet
pray you find your nile!
where we next shall meet
would you quiet your mouth?
still your anger and go safe and south
arrow against the sky
write a map that leads away from ice
old goose
with your V in flight
hope you find your nile!
before christmas night
flying overhead
point me to the spring flowers again?
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Holly
02:43
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holly, please return yourself to me?
you, my only one true christmas tree
I was removed away from your side
barren and dressed up watching you as I die
holly, won’t you bear your fruit for me
I only wish to see the red amongst your leaves
shame to have fallen this time of year;
snow sure looks pretty under your feet, my dear
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holly, won’t you look upon me now
all of my shinies; all of my presents on the ground
if I could give you a piece of me
plant it where I stood and we could grow eternally?
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Dingbells
04:02
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the ding bells are dinging in the thin of the air
everyone’s forgotten what they’re for
there’s another man in a red hat and he’s charming the kids
the same old songs they’re singing on every shop floor
and Christie’s running late with the list again
it’s not like she didn’t know when it was
and Dad comes to realise he doesn’t know his kids
he stands mystified by the aisles and the colours and the choice
the tunnel lights the city with the money it cost
and the kitchen’s being closed down next week
keep an eye out for the beat men and the plain clothes cops
because this christmas, you better find somewhere else to sleep
we’ll dust off the church seats for another one
say goodbye to the family until the next
the dingbells are dinging in the thin of the air
this time of year just feels like such a mess
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Christmas Bread
02:42
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in whispers as night fell, a panic spread
the manager of the mill was dead!
they found his brains outside of his head
now no one will bake the christmas bread!
a gathering came into the hall
the widow stood against the wall
the coroner says he took a fall
there’s still no christmas bread at all
they printed the hands of the mill man’s son
they found the knife, they found his gun
they found the slug inside his throat
and christmas breadcrumbs on his coat
12 inch snowfall weighed on the town
the christmas bread was never found
the recipe went with his brain
no christmas bread ever again?
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A Pound For A Present
05:17
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though I may not afford anything
a painting from these fingers pays a thousand silver rings
when this December comes a knocking
I hope my comfort makes enough to fill up your stocking honey
don’t expect a feast upon the day
I’ll make a thousand dinners til the winter go away
so twirl the fork and up your dance
the sun is running out so i better light the candles man
a pound for a present
a little pound of me
that’s all I have to give this year
will it make you happy?
rug up now, it’s getting pretty cold
everything looks warmest in a pub around last call
so wrap yourself a hundred times in me
no scarf could ever keep ye warm or hold you as tightly
windchill’s got me coughing up a storm
by the time we find the new year both my lungs’ll be no more
so if you’d like to treat me honey,
a pair of new ones’d trump anything you could pay for in money
a pound for a present
a little pound of me
that’s all I have to give this year
will it make you happy?
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why don’t we open up the final door
our advent’s a little early but I can’t wait no more
we’ll skip out on midnight mass
trade it in for another glass
I don’t think the big man’d fit his ass down my chimney anyway
a pound for a present
a little pound of me
that’s all I have to give this year
oh, a pound for a present
just one more pound of me
that’s all I have to give this year
will it make you happy?
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Mitch Forsyth England, UK
I'm going to make rock records until I can't anymore and then I will stop
a cowboy with a game plan
that's me
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