Glad Tidings (Van Morrison)

And they'll lay you down low in the easy And the lips that you kiss will say Christmas. And the miles that you traveled the distance So believe no lies, dry your eyes and realize That surprise La, la, la, la la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la... And the businessmen will shake hands and talk in numbers And the princess will wake up from her slumber Then all the knights will step forth with their arm bands And ev'ry stranger you meet in the street will make demands So believe no lies, then dry your eyes and realize That surprise La, la, la... [Bridge:] And we'll send you glad tidings from New York Open up your eyes so you may see Ask you not to read between the lines Hope that you will come in right on time And they'll talk to you while you're in trances And you'll visualize not taking any chances But meet them halfway with love, peace and persuasion And expect them to rise for the occasion Don't it gratify when you see it materialize Right in front of your eyes That surprise And they'll lay you down low and easy