On Shakey Ground We Stand

Christmas comes but once a year
Time to celebrate with those you hold dear
Friends and family all gather round
Death comes calling, your won't hear a sound
Little John wants a gun, Debbie wants a doll
Big sister wants a date to the Christmas ball
Snow flakes are falling covering up the ground
Death comes calling, you won't hear a sound

You think I'm talking 'bout them
But I'm talking 'bout you

All little children snug in their beds
Visions of sugar plums dance in their heads
Mommy and Daddy, on shakey ground they stand
Death comes calling, they won't hear a sound
Grandpa and grandma rocking in their chairs
Adrift on memories no one wants to share
All on a ship you know where it's bound
Death comes calling, you won't hear a sound