UB40 - Food For Thought (Official)

Harbouring Madonna, dying in the dusk Waiting for the manor, barren is her bosom Empty as her eyes Death a certain harvest, scattered from the skies Skin amongst his creeping Doesn't know he's dead Ancient eyes are peeping From his infant head Politicians argue Chopping in their knives Drawing up their bargains Trading baby lies Harbouring Madonna, dying in the dusk Waiting for the manor, coming from the west Bells are ringing Christmas on its way Hear the angels singing What is that they say? Eat and drink, rejoice in Joy is here to stay She's the son of Mary, born again today Harbouring Madonna, dying in the dusk Waiting for the manor, coming from the west Harbouring Madonna, dying in the dusk Thanks for watching!