Laura Nyro - Christmas in My Soul lyrics

Christmas And The Beads Of Sweat Come young braves Come young children Come to the book of love with me Respect your brothers and your sisters Come to the book of love I know it ain't easy But we're gonna look for a better day Come young braves Come young children. I love my country as it dies In war and pain before my eyes I walk the streets where disrespect has been The sins of politics, the politics of sin The heartlessness that darkens my soul On Christmas. Red and silver on the leaves Fallen white snow runs softly through the trees Madonnas weep for wars of hell They blow out the candles and haunt Noel The missing love that rings through the work On Christmas. Black panther brothers bound in jail Chicago seven and the justice scale Homeless Indian on Manhattan Isle All God's sons have gone to trial And all God's love is out of style On Christmas. Christmas in my soul Christmas in my soul Christmas in my soul.