CHORUS: Noel - noel - noel Noel - Noel. Driftwood people on the Strand - Sifted through the shifting sand - Wearing beads and fraying tassels - Kings and queens of fallen castles. Pretty salt and pepper faces spicing up the tasteless places waiting for the Christmas bells to ring. CHO. Children blow their bubble hours - butterflies that have no flowers - hungry for a crust of bread - and given caviar instead. Little girls still fashion sashes out of silver bowls of ashes waiting for the Christmas bells to ring. CHO. Hear the pleading pebble tears beat against the iron ears. Trim the Christmas tree with sod - - He was young - and he was god - - - - Dead on someone elses mud - - lying in his wasted blood waiting for the Christmas bells to ring. CHO. 2x Amen.