There's snow on your collar, boy There's snow on the bench There's snow on the sleeping grave And the crooked fence
And if you've been crying With my hand on my chest I swear I'll never tell
The town is aglow with lights The carolers sing You sister won't sleep tonight For the morning brings That old happy Christmas You came here to find it I did as well
For joy doesn't 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 I'd like to kiss you Full on the mouth I don't care if you tell
For love doesn't 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 doesn't 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
