I am a living thing
The same as every other thing
That's done the thing of living
On this thing we call the earth
I am a dying thing
The same as every other thing
That's done the thing of living
And it doesn't hurt
All earth's dust is holy
Remains of things
That were the things
That once remained alive
If all that lives is sacred
It remains so when it dies
For when we die we turn to dust
Just like we were before
We knew to call the thing
We call the earth the earth
We're passing Christmas time
The same as every other time
That's done its time in passing
Through this thing we call the year
It is a living time
A singing, loving, giving time
It might just be my favorite time
My dear
All earth's dust is holy
Remains of things
That were the things
That once remained alive
If all that lives is sacred
It remains so when it dies
Especially at Christmastime
I am a grain of sand
A speck of dust, a helping hand
That takes your hand in mine, my dear,
And does not fear the view
We are a memory
Of all the things still yet to be
And we will meet our ending
When our time is through
All earth's dust is holy
Remains of things
That were the things
That once remained alive
If all that lives is sacred
It remains so when it dies
For when we die we turn to dust
But things will live again
On some other thing some other thing
Will call the earth or call
Some other thing