| Song | Christians and Pagans |
| Artist | Dar Williams |
| Album | Out There Live |
| 作词 : Williams | |
| Amber called her uncle, said "We're up here for the holiday, | |
| Jane and I were having Solstice; now we need a place to stay." | |
| And her Christ-loving uncle watched his wife hang Mary on a tree, | |
| He watched his son hang candy canes all made with Red Dye No. 3. | |
| He told his niece, "Its Christmas Eve, I know our life is not your style," | |
| She said, "Christmas is like Solstice, and we miss you and its been awhile." | |
| So the Christians and the Pagans sat together at the table, | |
| Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able, | |
| And just before the meal was served, hands were held and prayers were said, | |
| Sending hope for peace on earth to all their gods and goddesses. | |
| The food was great, the tree plugged in, the meal had gone without a hitch, | |
| Till Timmy turned to Amber and said, "Is it true that you're a wtich?" | |
| His mom jumped up and said, "The pies are burning," and she hit the kitchen, | |
| And it was Jane who spoke, she said, "It's true, your cousin's not a Christian," | |
| "But we love trees, we love the snow, the friends we have, the world we share, | |
| And you find magic from your God, and we find magic everywhere," | |
| So the Christians and the Pagans sat together at the table, | |
| Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able, | |
| And where does magic come from? I think magic's in the learning, | |
| 'Cause now when Christians sit with Pagans only pumpkin pies are burning. | |
| When Amber tried to do the dishes, her aunt said, "Really, no, don't bother." | |
| Amber's uncle saw how Amber looked like Tim and like her father. | |
| He thought about his brother, how they hadn't spoken in a year, | |
| He thought he'd call him up and say, "It's Christmas, and your daughter's here." | |
| He thought of fathers, sons and brothers, saw his own son tug his sleeve, saying, | |
| "Can I be a Pagan?" Dad said, "We'll discuss it when they leave." | |
| So the Christians and the Pagans sat together at the table, | |
| Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able, | |
| Lighting trees in darkness, learning new ways from the old, and | |
| Making sense of history and drawing warmth out of the cold. |
| zuò cí : Williams | |
| Amber called her uncle, said " We' re up here for the holiday, | |
| Jane and I were having Solstice now we need a place to stay." | |
| And her Christloving uncle watched his wife hang Mary on a tree, | |
| He watched his son hang candy canes all made with Red Dye No. 3. | |
| He told his niece, " Its Christmas Eve, I know our life is not your style," | |
| She said, " Christmas is like Solstice, and we miss you and its been awhile." | |
| So the Christians and the Pagans sat together at the table, | |
| Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able, | |
| And just before the meal was served, hands were held and prayers were said, | |
| Sending hope for peace on earth to all their gods and goddesses. | |
| The food was great, the tree plugged in, the meal had gone without a hitch, | |
| Till Timmy turned to Amber and said, " Is it true that you' re a wtich?" | |
| His mom jumped up and said, " The pies are burning," and she hit the kitchen, | |
| And it was Jane who spoke, she said, " It' s true, your cousin' s not a Christian," | |
| " But we love trees, we love the snow, the friends we have, the world we share, | |
| And you find magic from your God, and we find magic everywhere," | |
| So the Christians and the Pagans sat together at the table, | |
| Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able, | |
| And where does magic come from? I think magic' s in the learning, | |
| ' Cause now when Christians sit with Pagans only pumpkin pies are burning. | |
| When Amber tried to do the dishes, her aunt said, " Really, no, don' t bother." | |
| Amber' s uncle saw how Amber looked like Tim and like her father. | |
| He thought about his brother, how they hadn' t spoken in a year, | |
| He thought he' d call him up and say, " It' s Christmas, and your daughter' s here." | |
| He thought of fathers, sons and brothers, saw his own son tug his sleeve, saying, | |
| " Can I be a Pagan?" Dad said, " We' ll discuss it when they leave." | |
| So the Christians and the Pagans sat together at the table, | |
| Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able, | |
| Lighting trees in darkness, learning new ways from the old, and | |
| Making sense of history and drawing warmth out of the cold. |