Music of the Season – Another Christmas Song

Greetings Dear Reader,

I can listen to this song over and over again.  The message that we are all one tribe and we need to learn to live in peace is never lost on me.  I never tire of being reminded.  I also love the imagery of the “Old Man” calling us home. 

There is never a time when it is too soon to be reminded of these things.  There is never a time when we do not need “another Christmas song.”

Another Christmas Song – Ian Anderson

Hope everybody’s ringing on their own bell, this fine morning.

Hope everyone’s connected to that long distance phone.

Old man, he’s a mountain.

Old man, he’s an island.

Old man, he’s awaking – says,

“I’m going to call, call all my children home.”

Hope everybody’s dancing to their own drum this fine morning –

the beat of distant Africa or a Polish factory town.

Old man, he’s calling for his supper.

He’s calling for his whisky.

Calling for his sons and daughters, yeah –

Calling, calling all his children round.

Sharp ears are tuned in to the drones and chanters warming.

Mist blowing round some headland, somewhere in your memory.

Everyone is from somewhere –

Even if you’ve never been there.

So take a minute to remember the part of you

That might be the old man calling me.

How many wars you fighting out there, this Christmas morning?

Maybe it’s always time for another Christmas song.

Old man he’s asleep now.

Got appointments to keep now.

Dreaming of his sons and daughters and proving ,

proving that the blood is strong.

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store."