Glad Tidings [Take 1] - Van Morrison

And they’ll lay you down low in the easy

And the lips that you kiss will say Christmas.

And the miles that you traveled the distance

So believe no lies, dry your eyes and realize

That surprise

La, la, la, la la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la…

And the businessmen will shake hands and talk in numbers

And the princess will wake up from her slumber

Then all the knights will step forth with their arm bands

And ev’ry stranger you meet in the street will make demands

So believe no lies, then dry your eyes and realize

That surprise

La, la, la…

Bridge:

And we’ll send you glad tidings from New York

Open up your eyes sa you may see

Ask you not to read between the lines

Hope that you will come in right on time

And they’ll talk to you while you’re in trances

And you’ll visualize not taking any chances

But meet them halfway with love, peace and persuasion

And expect them to rise for the occasion

Don’t it gratify when you see it materialize

Right in front of your eyes

That surprise

And they’ll lay you down low and easy