Glad Tidings (takes 7-8) Songtext
von Van Morrison

Take seven, version three
Type of good
Yeah shelly, can I hear more of the guitar, of John′s guitar? Sure
Van, what? Wanna hear it slower, just a tiny, slower?
Just a minute difference, you know (alright)
Seven
One, two

And they'll lay you down low in easy
And the lips that you kiss, will say christmas
And the miles that you travelled distance
So believe no lies, dry your eyes, realize

Bad surprise
Lalalala, lalalala, lalalala, lalalala, lalalala, lalalala, lalalala, lalalala
And the business will shake hands and talk in numbers
Then the princess will wake up from her slumber
Then the knights will step forth with their arm bands


And every stranger you meet in the street, will make demands
So believe no lies, then dry your eyes and realize ohh
Bad surprise
Lalalala, lalalala, lalalala, lalalala, lalalala, lalalala, lalalala, lalalala

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, oh no
Hope that you will come right in on time

And they'll talk to you while you're in trances
And you′ll visualize not taking any chances
So you meet them halfway with love, peace and persuasion
And expect them to rise and stand up for the occasion

And it gratifies, when you see it materialize
Right in front of your eyes
Bad surprise
Lalalala, lalalala, lalalala, lalalala, lalalala, lalalala, lalalala, lalalala ooh-oh

And we′ll send you glad tidings from New York
Yes we will, open up your eyes so you may see
Ask you not to read between the lines
Hope that you will come right in on time, ooh-oh-ooh


And they'll lay you down low in the easy
Hey, Van what?
What? Did, did you feel a little, just a little rushed
No, not at all, everything is fine

I felt a bit slow actually
Okay, alright, alright
Rolling it, one, two
You start it, rolling on nine