I am just a simple soul
I have no religion
but I can tell between right or wrong
every year come December
when the snow falls so pretty
keep thinking that I must try to get away
get away from all this hard sell
and winter madness you call Christmas
…
On Christmas day I'd rather be out walking
walking down some quiet country lane
hear red robin sing his sweet songs
in the cold frosty morning
a song for an old friend he sings adieu
and a song for a young heart that beats so clear
a song to bring you a quiet and a peaceful new year
(Bert Jansh)
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