The Christians And The Pagans chords

Capo at 1st, transpose +1,(or leave like this to sing with baritones!)
Ask if you want chord fingering help.

[G] [C] [G/B] [Am] [D]

A[G]mber called her u[C]ncle, said &qu[Am]ot;We're up here for [D]the holiday,
J[G]ane and I were h[C]aving Solstice, [Am]now we need a pl[D]ace to stay.&qu[D]ot;
And h[G]er Christ-loving un[C]cle watched his [Am]wife hang Mary o[D]n a tree,
He w[G]atched his son hang c[C]andy canes all m[Am]ade with red dye n[D]umber three.[D]
He t[G]old his niece, "It'[C]s Christmas Eve[Am] , I know our life[D] is not your style,"
She s[G]aid, "Christmas is l[C]ike Solstice, and[Am] we miss you and i[D]t's been awh[D]ile,"

So the Chr[G]istians and the P[C]agans sat to[Am]gether at the t[D]able,
Fi[G]nding faith and c[C]ommon ground the b[Am]est that they were [D]able,
And ju[G]st before the m[C]eal was served, h[Am]ands were held and pr[D]ayers were said,
Se[G]nding hope for p[C]eace on earth to [Am]all their gods and g[D]oddesses. [D]

The f[G]ood was great, the t[C]ree plugged in, the m[Am]eal had gone witho[D]ut a hitch,
Till T[G]immy turned to A[C]mber and said, &[Am]quot;Is it true th[D]at you're a wit[D]ch?"
His m[G]om jumped up and sa[C]id, "The pies [Am]are burning,"[D] and she hit the kitchen,
And [G]it was Jane who sp[C]oke, she said, "I[Am]t's true, your cousi[D]n's not a Christ[D]ian,"
"[G] ;But we love trees,[C] we love the snow, th[Am]e friends we have, [D]the world we share,
And y[G]ou find magic fr[C]om your God, and [Am]we find magic e[D]verywhere.&q[D]uot;

So the Chr[G]istians and the P[C]agans sat t[Am]ogether at the t[D]able,
Fi[G]nding faith and c[C]ommon ground the b[Am]est that they were [D]able,
And wh[G]ere does magic c[C]ome from? I think [Am]magic's in the le[D]arning,
'Cause n[G]ow when Christians s[C]it with Pagans only p[Am]umpkin pies are b[D]ur-ning. [D]

When A[G]mber tried to d[C]o the dishes, her [Am]aunt said, "Real[D]ly, no, don't bother."
A[G]mber's uncle s[C]aw how Amber lo[Am]oked like Tim and l[D]ike her father. [D]
He th[G]ought about his br[C]other, how they [Am]hadn't spoken i[D]n a year,
He th[G]ought he'd call h[C]im up and say, "It[Am]'s Christmas and yo[D]ur daughter's h[D]ere."
He tho[G]ught of fathers, s[C]ons and brothers, [Am]saw his own son t[D]ug his sleeve, saying,
&q[G]uot;Can I b[C]e a Pagan?" D[Am]ad said, "We'l[D]l discuss it whe[D]n they leave."

So the Chr[G]istians and the P[C]agans sat to[Am]gether at the t[D]able,
Fi[G]nding faith and c[C]ommon ground the b[Am]est that they were [D]able,
L[G]ighting trees in d[C]arkness, learning n[Am]ew ways from the o[D]ld, and
M[G]aking sense of hi[C]story and d[Am]rawing warmth out o[D]f the col[D]d.

[G] [C] [G/B] [Am] [D] [G]