Song | The Rebel Jesus |
Artist | Bebo Norman |
Album | Christmas... From The Realms Of Glory |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Browne | |
Original recording from the chieftain's album "the bells of dublin" | |
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. |
zuo qu : Browne | |
Original recording from the chieftain' s album " the bells of dublin" | |
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. |
zuò qǔ : Browne | |
Original recording from the chieftain' s album " the bells of dublin" | |
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. |