| Christmas Pig Had his money, had his fame, He was lonely just the same. They say money can�t buy love, But fear and money go hand in glove. His money he�d never give away, Said if he did �That�ll be the day, Be the day when pigs will fly.� Close your ears to the orphans cry, Whose fault is it if they die? So he lay there snug in bed With the demons in his head. Didn�t sleep too much that night, Had a dream of wondrous fright. It was a night the angels cried, Was a day he almost died. In the dark of night he saw the light, And the devils feared the sight. Heard the words of the angel�s voice, In that night he made his choice. Never thought I�d see pigs fly, He must�ve heard the orphans� cry. He lives now in the warmth of love, He leaves his money and flies above. It was a day when pigs would fly, It was a day the demons died. Was the day the seas ran dry, And I heard the Angel�s cry. Was a day they saw him bleed, Was a day when he killed greed. |