Go, tell it to the hand, Because the ears don't want to listen. Go, tell it to the hand, when Jesus Christ is born. While shepherds kept their watching, O'er noisy flocks in Spring, your God changed out his birthday To make it a Winter thing. Go, tell it to the hand, Because the ears don't want to listen. Go, tell it to the hand, when Jesus Christ is born. The shepherds reared and grumbled When low below the earth Rang out the pope's new schedule to raise his Savior's worth. Go, tell it to the hand, Because the ears don't want to listen. Go, tell it to the hand, when Jesus Christ is born. While pagans had the solstice, and the festival of light, The Christians felt so left out, so they changed Jesus night. Go, tell it to the hand, Because the ears don't want to listen. Go, tell it to the hand, when Jesus Christ is born. The humble Christ was born in June, yet no one really cared, so they changed it to December, because the priests were scared. Go, tell it to the hand, Because the ears don't want to listen. Go, tell it to the hand, when Jesus Christ is born. Let Santa have his holiday, let Druids worship trees, we'll birth Jesus on Christmas day, so everyone is pleased. Go, tell it to the hand, Because the ears don't want to listen. Go, shout it from the mountain tops, that Jesus Christ is born.
