ZANG TUUMB TUM DISCOGRAPHY “…or the imagination”

The closing of the year


If I cannot bring you comfort
Then at least I bring you home
For nothing is more precious
Than the time we haven’t sold

We all must learn from small misfortunes
Count the blessings that are real
Let the bells ring out for Christmas
At the closing of the year

Let the bells ring out for Christmas
At the closing of the year

Up on the knees of a sergeant major
Ride through the woods with the wind in your hair
Silver bells on a stolen reindeer
As we race to the castle over there

If I cannot bring you comfort
Then at least I bring you home

Now all the winter bells are ringing
Hear them echo through the snow
And the children’s voices singing
On the streets so far below

This is a time to be together
And the truth is somewhere here
Within our love for people
At the closing of the year

We’ll walk innocent
With all of the pain
And all of the patience
All of the way
With all of us right
And all of us sane
Love one another
We’ll fly in the arms of time
Walk in the waves never fall
Don’t fall

At the closing of the year
At the closing of the year

If I cannot bring you comfort
Then at least I bring you home

Then at least I bring you home