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

That I worshipped in
From a temple
To a robber's den

In the words
Of the rebel Jesus


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