Lyrics

When we get up on that hill we're gonna drink from the finest Wobbling home in the snow Let the terror come and take you home Find yourself suddenly in the lights of the square Everything's hot and frightening there Every mind brayed by a thousand weeds Dangling something new no to meet your needs But they won't Oh little town of Bethlehem How still we see thee lie The hopes and fears of all the years Are met in thee tonight Abovе thy deep and dreamless sleep The silеnt stars go by And in the darkest streets shine down A benevolent pale light When we get up on that hill we're gonna drink from the finest