Three Stones

For St. Stephen

Three Stones for St. Stephen on the edge of town

Four Roses left out on the shore

Five brown feathers I keep in my hair against the 

Six winds howling at my door

 

It's Christmas, It's Christmas, they seem to say

Though I've heard it all before 

My eyes see the world to be*

But now it's Christmas, It's Christmas, once more

Leave your kettles on the stove

Your irons in the fire

Come with me, we'll be singing carols in a devil's choir

Boil me in a pudding, a stake of holly through my heart

Serve me up when the feasting starts

Red stains the white in perfect time

Dull grows the gleam in my eye

The Frost will keep the flames at bay

As the wild hunt reels across the sky

Like the bow atop your gift

Like the years light almost spent

Like the knife held to the bull's throat

I am a sacrificial instrument

Your hand on the wheel, my feet on the dash

Gas in the tank, I wonder how long it will last

We're leaving town tonight, we got out getaway stake

Might be back by Christmas Day

It's Christmas, It's Christmas, they seem to say

Though I've heard it all before 

My eyes see the world to be*

But now it's Christmas, It's Christmas, once more

You forgot the music?

I bet you still know the words

You forgot the steps?

I bet your body hasn't heard

Take what you like, throw the rest away

It'll all come out on Christmas Day

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