It's a few days to Christmas and the sun is going down
Like it's the last light that I'll ever know
In this wilderness of wires made of science and of stone
And a landscape full of people with no center and no home
It's been 500 years since we came onto this land
With our eyes full of gold and deceit
With the smallpox in our blankets and the bibles in our hands
And a fear of anything that walks or wanders or thinks like it's free
Father Christmas - won't you slide on down the milkyway tonight?
All these children- they are
Sleeping but their dreams are burning bright
They're dreaming of the wild
Well I've heard all the stories and I don't know if they're true
About a light in the far Eastern skies
And what saving grace has anything to do with it or me and you
And the light that is burning like a wild thing deep in your eyes
Father Christmas - won't you slide on down the milkyway tonight?
All these Christians - they are inside with their fires burning bright
To shut out the wild
Well I've walked on this old Mother Earth and I see how she is torn
And I know what my heart says to me
For as many hearts are broken is as many hearts are born
But not so many hearts can wander like a wild thing - lonely or free
Father Christmas - won't you slide on down the milkyway tonight?
All your children- they are
Sleeping but their dreams are burning bright
Still dreaming of the wild...
Dreaming of the wild...