And they'll lay you down low and 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 realise
That surprise
And the businessmen will shake hands and talk in numbers
And the princess will wake up from her slumber
Then all the knights will step forth with their arm bands
And ev'ry stranger you meet in the street will make demands
So believe no lies, then dry your eyes and realise
That surprise
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 visualise not taking any chances
But meet them halfway with love, peace and persuasion
And expect them to rise for the occasion
Don't it gratify when you see it materialise
Right in front of your eyes
That surprise
And they'll lay you down low and easy
(glad tidings / van morrison 1970)
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