Theres snow on your collar, boy Theres snow on the bench Theres snow on the sleeping grave And the crooked fence And if youve been crying With my hand on my chest I swear Ill never tell The town is aglow with lights The carolers sing You sister wont sleep tonight For the morning brings That old happy Christmas You came here to find it I did as well For joy doesnt come in boxes Nor peace in a heavy watch Those red ribbon foxes are not so easy caught But the search it never stops The son of a holy man You dream of the saints So thin with your poet hands And your eyes of flame And Id like to kiss you Full on the mouth I dont care if you tell For love doesnt come in boxes Nor truth in a crowded shop Those red ribbon foxes are not so easy caught But the search it never stops For faith doesnt come in boxes Nor God in your silver cross Those red ribbon foxes are not so easy caught But the search goes on and on The search it never stops
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