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Glad Tidings (Takes 2-4) - Van Morrison (范·莫里森)
One two three four
One two three four
And they'll lay you
Down low when the easy
And the lips that
You kiss will say Christmas
And the miles that
You traveled the distance
So believe no lies oh no
Dry your eyes and realize
That surprise
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
And the businessmen will shake
Hands and talk in numbers
And the princess will wake up
From her slumber
Then all the nights will step
Forth with their arm bands
Every stranger you meet
In the street will make demands
So believe no lies no
Dry your eyes and realize
That surprise
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
And we'll send you glad
Tidings from New York
Open up your eyes so you may see
Ask you not to read between the lines
Hope that you will come
In right on time
And they'll talk to you
While you're in trances
And you'll visualize
Not taking any chances
But meet them halfway with love
Peace and persuasion
And expect them stand to
Rise for the occasion
Don't it gratify when you
See it materialize
Right in front of your eyes
That surprise
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
And we'll send you glad
Tidings from New York
Open up your eyes so you may see
And Ask you not to read between the lines
Hope that you will come
In right on time
And they'll lay
You down low in the easy
One two three four
And they'll lay you down
Low in the easy
And the lips that
You kiss will say Christmas
And the miles that
You traveled the distance
So believe no lies
Dry your eyes and realize
That surprise
La la la la
One two three four
And they'll lay you down
Low in the easy
