The Christmas Carol Project - lyrics
BAH HUMBUG (You Don't Know Me)
Well if you think I care
You don't know me very well
If you think I have a heart
You don't know me, I can tell
If you believe in peace
You really are stone blind
for you waste my precious days
you leave your task behind
Well if you think I care
You don't know me very well
If you think I have a heart
You don't know me, I can tell
And if you stand up for love
well, you really are stone blind
you, who idle away the hours
pretending to be kind
Well if you think I care
You don't know me very well
If you think I have a heart
You don't know me, I can tell
© 1996 Bill Bourne
A BETTER WAY
I'm sitting in this cold, cold cell with my door ajar
There's a light about the size of a coal, and it won't go far
There's a candle right beside me and it won't warm your heart
I hear the friendly voice of somebody -
why don't you come to my house
You'll find a better way
In another day
When you've found that you haven't slept at all
I’ll walk through the London fog, I'm almost home
The many merchants and the lamplighters in their finest clothes
The curious people with their happy faces, I guess I'm one of them
I wonder how you'll be tonight and how you're made of stone
You'll find a better way
In another day
When you've found that you haven't slept at all
Well let's raise our glasses to the man who puts food on my table
I could be better, I want to tell him; but I'm not able
A very quiet moment fell over my house,
I remind them its Christmas
It didn't seem to matter, it didn't seem to care,
they only know its hard
You'll find a better way
In another day
When you've found that you haven't slept at all
© 1996 Tom Roschkov
ON THE WINGS OF THE WIND
Yeah, its me, your old partner
I suppose I look a mess
I've been doing some hard traveling
seven years without a rest
On the wings of the wind,
On the wings of the wind,
I've been doing some hard traveling
seven years without a rest
Yeah, its me, you better believe it
if you want to escape my fate
I've made my bed now, I'm lying in it
For you its still not too late
Oh, these chains, oh, these chains
Oh, these chains feel like the weight of the world
Yeah, its me, I'm here to warn you
three ghosts will come to haunt you
listen close my old friend
Its your last chance to make amends
My time is gone
I'm disappearing
you won't be seeing me no more
On the wings of the wind, on the wings of the wind
I've been doing some hard traveling
On the wings of the wind
© 1996 Kevin Cook
HE WILL FLY
He will fly before the night is over
He will fly with three ghosts
and he will see
Hallelujah
They will show you
what a true gift
giving can be
So away they will take him higher
Above the snow covered city
Sound asleep
Hallelujah
They will guide you
Through your life as it has been
and could be
Up up away
Up up away
Up up away
through the snow
© 2002 Dale Ladouceur
WHEN TIMES WERE GOOD
Well come along man there's something that I need to show ya
Yes follow me
For your own redemption take heed
Oh rise and walk with me you need to see all you once had
When times were good
Chorus:
When times were good
Once you laughed and you smiled and you danced the night away
And with your lover
You dreamed of all the days you'd spend together-er-er
When times were good
Do you see yourself a young one full of promise
Before you came undone?
Master of your destiny
Not a slave to greed
Well money's made you so unkind
See all the joy you left behind
When times were good
Chorus
Look around at all the smiling faces
Shadows of the ones you left behind
Oh a better group of friends you'll never find
Well you can't go back
Though I know you wish you could
To when times were good
Chorus 2x
Oh boy money's left you so unkind
See all the joy you left behind
When times were good
Is that a tear upon your cheek
Salvation's what you need to seek
For your own good
© 1996 Terry Morrison
PROMISE (ALICE'S SONG)
Our promise is an old one
Our promise made when we were young
One kiss then let me go
Things have changed so
I remember so clear
You whispering in my ear
Alice, sweet Alice
In my heart you are always here
Our promise is an old one
Our promise made when
We were poor to be so
Rich in love so long ago
Now I don't know you
Your heart is untrue
Tell me am I reaching you
Tell me I miss you
Ebenezer don't you wish for when we were young
Ebenezer we would dance till the rising sun
In your eyes I was the only one
Now look at you, you've grown cold
Now look at you, you've grown old
Here's the ring that tied me to you
And though it pains me I release you
© 1996 Dale Ladouceur
SEE YOURSELF THROUGH THEIR EYES
Abandoned dreams and disappointment
Haunt the faces of the ones who once loved you
Before you turned your back on them
Your friends and family
And those who needed you
Why are you surprised they lost their faith in you
What did you think they'd do?
See yourself through their eyes
When things got bad
You chose not to notice
While all you had
Went slowly slipping away
The tears of the woman who once loved you
Before you chose riches as your lover
But some they never learn
You made your choices
You can't go back now
Why are you surprised she lost her faith in you
What did you think she'd do?
See yourself through her eyes
When things got bad
You chose not to notice
While all you had
Went slowly slipping away
See the lonely boy sitting at the table
He's been left behind abandoned by his friends
He hides his loneliness behind his pride
And now there's nothing left to hide
He hides his loneliness behind his pride
And now there's nothing left to hide
© 1996 Terry Morrison
WHEN THERE'S NOTHING AT ALL
Touch my robe then we'll fly
Look down below and hear that bell
See all those good people in their finest clothes
Rushing to the churches
closing the doors on the rest of these poor souls
Scrooge can you see it they have smiles on their faces
See their lack of wealth they have something to share
Spirit of Christmas is more than you can see
The gist of it is giving and then waiving the fee
Its amazing how strong the spirit can be
Scrooge when there's nothing at all you can still be free
Now can you hear that, this room's full of laughter
Your nephew is here and he wishes you well
They all seem to mock him for the good wishes that he sends
They think that your a cheap old man
who will be mean until the end
It's amazing how stubborn the spirit can be
Scrooge when there's nothing at all you can still be free
Scrooge you have it all but your still not free
Still not free - You will be free
© 1996 Al Brant
BAD, BAD MAN
Don't worry about a thing
It's gonna be alright
We'll all be together
We'll be happy tonight
You don't buy it
He's a bad, bad man
Well don't we look good
Don't we look bright
We'll all be together
We'll be happy tonight
You don't buy it
He's a bad, bad man
Let's raise our glasses
Have a cup of cheer
Come gather 'round
It's that time of the year
You don't buy it
He's a bad, bad man
© 1996 Tom Roschkov
GOD BLESS US EVERYONE (Tiny Tim's Song)
When the world is feeling cold and the sky more grey than blue
And the snow it seems to fall heavy heartedly on you
Time to count your blessings though seemingly but few
Time to take a look at what's within and without you
For health is more than walking
And wealth much more than gold
But kindness overwhelming as a gentle hand to hold
So "God Bless Us, Everyone!" with the riches of the soul
And may hopelessness ne'er be the demon darkening our door
When the world is feeling cold and the sky more grey than blue
And the snow it seems to fall heavy heartedly on you
Remember when you see us: the hungry, lame, the meek
Who would feed us, heal us, keep us is the same one that you seek
For joy is more than dancing
Good cheer much more than wine
But love is all enfolding as beholding hearts entwined
So "God Bless Us, Everyone!"...
When the world is feeling cold and the sky more grey than blue
And the snow it seems to lie heavy heartedly on you
To the counting house of blessings may we often chance to stray
And in company together spend many's the night and day
And "God Bless Us, Everyone!"...
© 1996 Maria Dunn
THE MEN WHO TOIL
Roll away, and dig the deeps
We are the men who toil
In spite of season, wind and heat
Of salt water, or of soil
May your year be full of wonder
May your mates be granted rum
May the mine never devour
My friend, my father, or my son
Dig away, and up the mains'
To the South Seas we're bound
Dig tarry coal to make more rich
The owners of the ships and ground
May your year be full of wonder
May your mates be granted rum
May the mine never devour
My friend, my father, or my son
© 2002 Kenneth Brown
BEWARE SCROOGE
Down - at my feet
Two children - see
One’s greedy - One’s blind
Beware scrooge beware
Beware Scrooge beware
It's sad - they're freaks
These children of man - they're freaks
Don't need them - don't want them
It's doom - It's doom
Seek love Scrooge seek love
Don't want - just see
Seek love, seek love
© 1996 Al Brant
FUTURE PARTS I & II
(instrumental with narration by Kenneth Brown)
© 1996 Dale Ladouceur
A TIDY BUNDLE FOR OLD JOE
God Rest Ye Merry Gentleman, let nothing you dismay
Remember Christ Our Saviour was born on Christmas Day
To save us all from Satan's power when we were gone astray
O Tidings of Comfort and Joy, Comfort and Joy
O Tidings of Comfort and Joy
Old Joe (Kevin Cook):
Come into the parlor friends, you are no strangers here
We're all well-matched to make the most of things that “disappear”
Come Undertaker, Laundress and Charwoman dear
Untie your bundles for Joe, Old Joe
Untie your bundles for Joe
Charwoman (Terry Morrison):
God Rest Him Merry Gentleman, for what He taught to me
Every person for himself was the miser's creed
So open up my bundle, Joe, and price out what you see
A tidy bundle for Joe, Old Joe
A tidy bundle for Joe
Undertaker (Al Brant):
God Rest the Buried Gentleman, I've but a modest poach
A seal or two, a copper case, buttons and a brooch
Alas, my undertakings require discreet approach
A tidy bundle for Joe, Old Joe
Still a tidy bundle for Joe
Laundress (Maria Dunn):
God Rest the Very Gentleman, struck with Death alone
No family or friends to hear his final gasp or moan
So I've borrowed these silver spoons on everlasting loan
A tidy bundle for Joe, Old Joe
A tidy bundle for Joe
Charwoman (Terry Morrison):
God Rest the Very Gentleman, laid in his coffin cold
These bed curtains and blankets won't warm his threadbare soul
His corpse won't know this finest shirt from one of calico
A tidy bundle for Joe, Old Joe
A tidy bundle for Joe
The Four:
God Rest Him Merry Gentleman, let nothing you dismay
We hardly did disturb him where upon the bed he lay
To take these few and useful things as years of meagre pay
A tidy bundle for Joe, Old Joe
A tidy bundle for Joe, Old Joe
A tidy bundle for Joe
© 2002 Maria Dunn
arranged by Dunn, Brown, Cook, Hobson & Ladouceur
HIGHER PLACE
Looking through a kind of window
See the family wait
They put a boy upon his shoulders
He wouldn't be so late
Going to a higher place
We must carry on
Somebody cold is at the door
Hurry now, let's get the tea
Some little family gatherings
will follow me and make me see
Going to a higher place
We must carry on
You'll have to push him up the stairs
Make sure he doesn't fall
Sit him down beside the boy
Take him after all
Going to a higher place
We must carry on
© 1996 Tom Roschkov
FUTURE PART III
(instrumental with narration by Kenneth Brown)
© 1996 Dale Ladouceur
DOWN ON MY KNEES, OH JACOB
Down on my knees,
Old Jacob, on my knees
I say it on my knees,
Old Jacob, on my knees
Glory Hallelujah!
Praise Heaven
& Christmas Time
Down on my knees,
Old Jacob, on my knees
I am not dead,
Old Marley, No I'm not dead
I am not dead,
Old Marley, No I'm not dead
I'm as light as a feather,
I'm as giddy as a drunken man
I am not dead,
Old Marley, No I'm not dead
It's Christmas Day,
Jacob Marley,
It's Christmas Day,
It's Christmas Day,
Jacob Marley,
It's Christmas Day,
I'm as happy as an angel,
I'm as merry as a school boy
Christmas time, Old Jacob,
It's Christmas Time
© 1997 Bill Bourne, Maria Dunn & Terry Morrison
SCROOGE'S JIG (or The Maid's Bewilderment)
Oh me! the old bugger is out of his head
For he's singing and dancing right out of his bed
Oh, what a horrible, wonderful sight
He must had a terrible night
Oh, he must have had quite the night!
Nightcap and nightshirt and bedding askew
Something exciting has happened to you
Who would have thunk it--you're old and you're mean
You must have had some kind of dream
Oh, he must have had quite a dream!
A tight-wad of epic proportion 'tis known
It's easier done getting blood from a stone
Now here he is bent on a charity spree
It must be because it's tax-free
Oh, he must have found out it's tax-free!
Now, is this the cruelest joke of all
Or a miracle at last
That London's foul, most famous scowl
Could have melted away so fast?
Oh me! the old bugger is out of his head
For he's singing and dancing right out of his bed
Mildly demented, but feeling no pain
He must have been born again
Oh, he's some kind of born again!
© 1996 Maria Dunn
BOB CRATCHIT'S RAISE
© 2001 Maria Dunn
GOD BLESS US EVERYONE (REPRISE)
© 1996 Maria Dunn
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