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
to their homes
As the sky darkens and freezes
They'll be gathering around
the hearths and tales
Giving thanks for all
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 Savior
And they pray to him
upon the seas
And in every bold endeavor
As they fill his churches
with their pride and gold
And their faith in him increases
But they've turned the
nature they have worshipped in
From a temple to a robber's den
In the words of the rebel Jesus
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We guard our
world 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 seize 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 for 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.