Johnny Dowd
On Shakey Ground We Stand
Christmas comes but once a yearTime to celebrate with those you hold dearFriends and family all gather roundDeath comes calling, your won't hear a soundLittle John wants a gun, Debbie wants a dollBig sister wants a date to the Christmas ballSnow flakes are falling covering up the groundDeath comes calling, you won't hear a soundYou think I'm talking 'bout themBut I'm talking 'bout youAll little children snug in their bedsVisions of sugar plums dance in their headsMommy and Daddy, on shakey ground they standDeath comes calling, they won't hear a soundGrandpa and grandma rocking in their chairsAdrift on memories no one wants to shareAll on a ship you know where it's boundDeath comes calling, you won't hear a sound
From Letras Mania