Weird that this isn't a thread I made already, but here we go, a grim but seasonal one:
Innocents' Carol
Who's that knocking at the window?
Em
Who's that standing at the door?
Em D
What are all those presents laying on the kitchen floor?
C G D
Who is the laughing stranger with his hair as white as gin?
Em D Em
What is he doing with the children?
C G
Who could have let him in?
G D
Why has he rubies on his fingers?
G C D Em
Gold crown on his head.
Em D Em
Why when he calls his carol
G C D Em
Does the salty snow run red?
Em D Em
Why does he ferry my fireside
As a spider on a thread,
His fingers made of fuses
And his tongue of gingerbread?
Why does the world before him
Melt in a million suns,
Why do his yellow, yearning eyes
Burn like saffron buns?
Watch where he comes walking
Out of the Christmas flame,
Dancing, double-talking:
And Herod is his name.