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She was his girl; he was her boyfriend She be his wife; take him as her husband A surprise on the way, any day, any day One healthy little giggling dribbling baby boy The wise man came three made their way To shower him with love While he lay in the hay Shower him with love love love Love love love Love love is all around Not very much of his childhood was known Kept his mother worried always out on his own He met another Mary for a reasonable fee, less then Reputable as to known to be His heart was full of love love love Love love love Love love is all around When Jesus Christ was nailed to his tree Said 'oh Daddy-O I can see how it all soon will be I came to shed a little light on this darkening scene Instead I fear I spill the blood of my children all around" The blood of our children all around The blood of our children all around The blood of our children all around So the story goes so I'm told The people he knew were Less then golden hearted Gamblers and robbers Drinkers and jokers, all soul searchers Like you and me Rumors insisted he soon would be For his deviations Taken into custody by the authorities Less informed than he. Drinkers and jokers all soul searchers Searching for love, love, love Love, love, love Love, love is all around Preparations were made For his celebration day He said, eat the bread and think of it as me Drink this wine and dream it will be The blood of our children all around, the blood of our children all around, the blood of our children all around Father up above, why in all this anger have you fill Me up with love Fill me with love, love, love Love, love, love, Love, love And the blood of our children all around

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