The story teller came to town
Long beard and flowing gown
He came with a smile
He would stay for a while
Told stories for all to hear
Old stories from another year
Always had a moral at the end
People came from afar to attend
He never had a bad word to say
Teaching stories of peace everyday
But some did not like the words he said
They put a price on his head
Said he was an enemy of the state
Arrested him to face his fate
He went with them with his own free will
Nailed him to a cross on a hill
People came from far and wide to cry
He smiled, for them he would die
Told them believe in him and he is here
Believe, and his spirit is always near
Long beard and flowing gown
He came with a smile
He would stay for a while
Told stories for all to hear
Old stories from another year
Always had a moral at the end
People came from afar to attend
He never had a bad word to say
Teaching stories of peace everyday
But some did not like the words he said
They put a price on his head
Said he was an enemy of the state
Arrested him to face his fate
He went with them with his own free will
Nailed him to a cross on a hill
People came from far and wide to cry
He smiled, for them he would die
Told them believe in him and he is here
Believe, and his spirit is always near
copyright Chris Smith 2002
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