She was his girl, he was her boyfriend

She'd be his wife and make him her husband

A surprise on the way, any day, any day

One healthy little giggling, dribbling Baby Boy



The wise men came, three made their way

To shower Him with love, while He lay in the hay

Shower him with love, love, love

Love, love love, love, love was all around



Not very much of His childhood was known

Kept His mother Mary worried always out on His own

He met another Mary who for a reasonable fee

Less than reputable was known to be



His heart full of love, love, love

Love, love love, love, love was all around



When Jesus Christ was nailed to His tree

Said "Oh, Daddy-o, I can see how it all soon will be

I came to shed a little light on this darkening scene

Instead I fear I've spilled the blood of My children all around"



The blood of My children all around

The blood of My children's all around



So I'm told, so the story goes, the people He knew were

Less than golden hearted, gamblers and robbers

Drinkers and jokers, all soul searchers

Like you and me, like you and me



Rumors insisted He soon would be

For His deviations, taken into custody

By the authorities less informed than he

Drinkers and jokers all soul searchers



Searching for love, love, love

Love, love love, love, love was all around



Preparations were made for his celebration day

He said, "Eat this bread and think of it as Me

Drink this wine and dream it will be"



The blood of our children all around

The blood of our children's all around

The blood of our children all around



Father up above, why in all this hatred do You fill

Me up with love, love, love

Love, love love, love, love was all around



Father up above, why in all this hatred do You fill

Me up with love, fill me love, love, love

Love, love, love all you need is love



You can't buy me love

Love, love, love, love, love

And the blood of our children's all around