verse 1
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
We'll be gathering around their hearths and tables
Giving thanks for good graces
And the birth of the rebel Jesus
verse 1
And they call him by the saviour
And they pray to him upon the seas
And in every bold endeavour
And they fill his churches with their pride and gold
As their faith in him increases
But they've turned the nature that I worshipped in
From a temple to a robber's den
In the words of the rebel Jesus
verse 3
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 there are poor
They get the same as the rebel Jesus
verse 4
To take the tone of judgment
For I've no wish to come between
This day and your enjoyment
In a life of hardship and of earthly toil
There?s a 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