John R Devlin

John R Devlin

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Lyrics

They Call This Christmas Eve

Written By: John R Devlin

They Call This Christmas Eve

Words and Music
by John R. Devlin

Mother and child in Bethlehem
Waiting for the afternoon bus
Nobody sees the three wise men in black
They only see the dust and blood

They call this Christmas Eve
But there ain’t no peace
The whole world has gone with the wind
And it’s a hell of a way to celebrate
The day before your birthday my friend
The day before your birthday my friend

There’s a kid on the corner just hangin’ around
When a car pulls up and sells him some dope
When he stumbled back home he found his mom all alone
Hangin’ from the end of a rope

They call this Christmas Eve
But there ain’t no peace
Even with the love that you send
And it’s a hell of a way to celebrate
The day before your birthday my friend
The day before your birthday my friend

Mother and child in Bethlehem
Three wise men bearing gifts by their side
And there’s a star in the North that lights up the whole sky
As Joseph dries the tears that she’s cried

They call this Christmas Eve
And for those who believe
Faith has been restored once again
So we’ll laugh and sing and we’ll celebrate
The day before your birthday my friend
The day before your birthday my friend

© 2005 John R. Devlin
1770 East Hayes Drive ● Layton, Utah 84040
Made in USA All Rights Reserved

Seeds

Written By: John R Devlin

Seeds

Words and Music
by John R. Devlin

I need a friend.
You need someone who can see to your every need.
So let us begin.
Let’s take a walk through the garden of life hand in hand and sow the seeds.

Chorus:
Make your break,
from the ties that bind.
And don’t run away,
from the love you find.

Every man’s dream,
is to live in a world with his freedom that’s peaceful and blue.
As hard as that seems,
sometimes I swear that I’ve found mine when I wake the day next to you.

Chorus:
Make your break,
from the ties that bind.
And don’t run away,
from the love you find.

Bridge:
Things can only get better from the start.
This I swear from my heart.

Blankets of snow,
Cover the hills where we live and the valleys below.
But the flower still grows,
a tribute to love and the future and the oncoming seeds we will sow.

Chorus:
Make your break,
from the ties that bind.
And don’t run away,
from the love you find.

Repeat Chorus:

© 1995 John R. Devlin
1770 East Hayes Drive ● Layton, Utah 84040
Made in the USA All Rights Reserved