Lyrics:

All The Streets Are Filled With Laughter And Light**lf**and The Music Of The Season**lf**and The Merchants Windows Are All Bright**lf**with The Faces Of The Children**lf**and The Families Hurrying To Their Homes**lf**as The Sky Darkens And Freezes**lf**theyll Be Gathering Around The Hearths And Tales**lf**giving Thanks For All God''s Graces**lf**and The Birth Of The Rebel Jesus**lf****lf**well They Call Him By The Prince Of Peace**lf**and They Call Him By The Savior**lf**and They Pray To Him Upon The Seas**lf**and In Every Bold Endeavor**lf**as They Fill His Churches With Their Pride And Gold**lf**and Their Faith In Him Increases**lf**but They''ve Turned The Nature That I Worshipped In**lf**from A Temple To A Robber''s Den**lf**in The Words Of The Rebel Jesus**lf****lf**we Guard Our World With Locks And Guns**lf**and We Guard Our Fine Possessions**lf**and Once A Year When Christmas Comes**lf**we Give To Our Relations**lf**and Perhaps We Give A Little To The Poor**lf**if The Generosity Should Seize Us**lf**but If Any One Of Us Should Interfere**lf**in The Business Of Why They Are Poor**lf**they Get The Same As The Rebel Jesus**lf****lf**but Please Forgive Me If I Seem**lf**to Take The Tone Of Judgement**lf**for I''ve No Wish To Come Between**lf**this Day And Your Enjoyment**lf**in This Life Of Hardship And Of Earthly Toil**lf**we Have Need For Anything That Frees Us**lf**so I Bid You Pleasure**lf**and I Bid You Cheer**lf**from A Heathen And A Pagan**lf**on The Side Of The Rebel Jesus.