CHRISTMAS IN MY SOUL
Album "Christmas And The Beads Of Sweat" 
Laura Nyro


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.