Christmas Song - Live at the United Center, Chicago, IL - December 1998

She was his girl
 He was her boyfriend
 She be his wife
 Take him as her husband
 A surprise on the way, any day, any day
 One healthy little giggling dribbling baby boy
 The wise men came three made their way
 To shower him with love
 While he lay in the hay
 Shower him with love, love, love
 Love, love, love
 Love, love, is all around
 Not very much of his childhood was known
 Kept his mother Mary worried
 Always out on his own
 He met another Mary for a reasonable fee,
 Less than reputable as known to be
 His heart was full of love, love, love
 Love, love, love
 Love, love, is all around
 When Jesus Christ was nailed to the his tree
 Said: oh, Daddy-o I can see how it all soon will be
 I came to she'd a little light on this darkening scene
 Instead I fear I spill the blood of my children all around
 The blood of our children all around
 The blood of our children all around
 The blood of our children all around
 So the story goes, so I'm told
 The people he knew were
 Less than golden hearted
 Gamblers and robbers
 Drinkers and jokers, all soul searchers
 Like you and me
 Rumors insisted he soon would be
 For his deviations
 Taken into custody by the authorities
 Less informed than he
 Drinkers and jokers
 All soul searchers
 Searching for love love love
 Love love love
 Love love is all around
 Preparations were made
 For his celebration day
 He said: eat this bread and think of it as me
 Drink this wine and dream it will be
 The blood of our children all around
 The blood of our children all around
 The blood of our children all around
 Father up above, why in all this hate
 Have you fill me up with love, love, love
 Love, love, love
 Love, love is all around
 Father up above, why in all this anger
 Have you fill me up with love
 Fill me love, love, love
 Love, love, love
 Love, love, love
 Love, love, love
 Love, love, love
 Love, love, love
 Love, love
 And the blood of our children all around