The Christians and the Pagans Dar Williams
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[G] [C] [G/B] [Am] [D]
A[G]mber called her u[C]ncle, said "We[Am]'re up here for the h[D]oliday,
J[G]ane and I were h[C]aving Solstice, [Am]now we need a pl[D]ace to stay."[D]
And h[G]er Christ-loving un[C]cle watched his [Am]wife hang Mary o[D]n a tree,
He w[G]atched his son hang c[C]andy canes all m[Am]ade with red dye n[D]umber three.[D]
He t[G]old his niece, "It's Chr[C]istmas Eve, I k[Am]now our life is n[D]ot your style,"
She s[G]aid, "Christmas is like S[C]olstice, and we m[Am]iss you and it's b[D]een awhile,"[D]
So the Chr[G]istians and the P[C]agans sat to[Am]gether at the t[D]able,
Fi[G]nding faith and c[C]ommon ground the b[Am]est that they were [D]able,
And ju[G]st before the m[C]eal was served, h[Am]ands were held and pr[D]ayers were said,
Se[G]nding hope for p[C]eace on earth to [Am]all their gods and g[D]oddesses.[D]
The f[G]ood was great, the t[C]ree plugged in, the m[Am]eal had gone witho[D]ut a hitch,
Till T[G]immy turned to A[C]mber and said, "[Am]Is it true that yo[D]u're a witch?"[D]
His m[G]om jumped up and sa[C]id, "The pies are b[Am]urning," and she h[D]it the kitchen,
And [G]it was Jane who sp[C]oke, she said, "It's t[Am]rue, your cousin's n[D]ot a Christian,"[D]
"But [G]we love trees, we l[C]ove the snow, the fri[Am]ends we have, the w[D]orld we share,
And y[G]ou find magic fr[C]om your God, and [Am]we find magic e[D]verywhere."[D]
So the Chr[G]istians and the P[C]agans sat t[Am]ogether at the t[D]able,
Fi[G]nding faith and c[C]ommon ground the b[Am]est that they were [D]able,
And wh[G]ere does magic c[C]ome from? I think [Am]magic's in the le[D]arning,
'Cause n[G]ow when Christians s[C]it with Pagans only p[Am]umpkin pies are b[D]ur-ning.[D]
When A[G]mber tried to d[C]o the dishes, her [Am]aunt said, "Really, n[D]o, don't bother."
A[G]mber's uncle s[C]aw how Amber lo[Am]oked like Tim and l[D]ike her father.[D]
He th[G]ought about his br[C]other, how they [Am]hadn't spoken i[D]n a year,
He th[G]ought he'd call h[C]im up and say, "It's Ch[Am]ristmas and your da[D]ughter's here."[D]
He tho[G]ught of fathers, s[C]ons and brothers, [Am]saw his own son t[D]ug his sleeve, saying,
"C[G]an I be a P[C]agan?" Dad said, "[Am]We'll discuss it wh[D]en they leave."[D]
So the Chr[G]istians and the P[C]agans sat to[Am]gether at the t[D]able,
Fi[G]nding faith and c[C]ommon ground the b[Am]est that they were [D]able,
L[G]ighting trees in d[C]arkness, learning n[Am]ew ways from the o[D]ld, and
M[G]aking sense of hi[C]story and d[Am]rawing warmth out o[D]f the col[D]d.
[G] [C] [G/B] [Am] [D] [G]
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