Vārdi: Van Morrison. Moondance. Glad Tidings.

And they'll lay you down, low and easy
And it looks like you kids will stay Christmas
It demands that you travel the distance

So believe no lies
Dry your eyes and realize by surprise
La, la, la

And the business will shake hands and talk in numbers
And the princess will wake up from her slumber
Then all the knights will step fourth with their arm bands
And every stranger you meet in the street will make demands

So believe no lies
Dry your eyes and realize by surprise
La, la, la

And we'll send you glad tidings from New York
Open up your eyes so you may see
Ask you not to read between the lines
Hope that you will come right in on time, oh

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 by surprise
La, la, la

And we'll send you glad tidings from New York
Open up your eyes so you may see
Ask you not to read between the lines
Hope that you will come right in on time, woah

And they'll lay you down, low and easy