photo credit: Stephen Paley
Come young braves
come young children
come to the book of love with me
Respect your brothers and your sisters
come to the book of love
I know it ain’t easy
but we’re gonna look for a better day
come young braves
come young children
I love my country
as it dies
in war and pain
before my eyes
I walk the streets
where disrespect has been
The sings of politics
the politics of sin
the heartlessness that darkens my soul
on Christmas
Red and silver
on the leaves
fallen white snow
runs softly through the trees
madonnas weep
for wars of hell
They blow out the candles
and haunt Noel
the missing love that rings through the world
on Christmas
black panther brothers
bound in jail
chicago seven
and the justice scale
Homeless Indian
of manhattan isle
all God’s sons have gone to trial
and all God’s love is out of style
on Christmas
Now the time has come to fight
laws in the book of love burn bright
people you must win
for thee America
her dignity
for all the high court world to see
on Christmas
Christmas in my soul
Christmas in my soul
Christmas in my soul
Joy to the world
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For a while I did not appreciate this song and its worth. In fact it was only when I heard this song on the live Filmore CD that I finally got it. I think it was when Laura plays the final two chords of the song over and over. I loved the way that they simulated the hopeful sound of bells, especially when building from such a dark minor place at the beginning of the track. THAT was pure genius!
What a beautiful photo of Laura! But I want to tell you my feelings about “Christmas in my Soul.” More than any other, while she was alive and after she passed, this is the song that always, always, makes me cry! The lyric, the dynamic, the memory of her singing it live, the melody, I don’t know, probably all of these things, all I need to hear is “come young braves…”
and I choke up..Times like this I miss her most, and thank God for all she gave us. Laura and that piano…ah! It didn’t get better than that!