UNDER THE TREE b​/​w DRUMMER BOY

by Pink Beans

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released December 5, 2015

This time the Pink Beans are:
Ashley Payne
Alex Weiner
Riley Mello
Trevor Vaughan
& Nick LeBlanc

Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by Trevor Vaughan
Produced by Pink Beans

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Track Name: UNDER THE TREE
It's that time of year again when families gather with their friends to enjoy the holidays. We smell cookies baking, lights strung up, and wreaths are shaking. Needles tumble down blown by the breeze. Snow, it sprinkles city blocks, kids leave school and shovel the sidewalks. Snowmen soon line all the streets. I paint this picture for you, a fantasy we'll never live through. But I swore I'd be positive this year.

'Cause we're doing alright and it's almost Christmas time,
So let's sit under the tree and drink some wine.

Oh my dear, you're so morose. Just be happy that our loved ones are close and ignore all the rest. I know the world is scary, I know the cold weather has you shaking, so just come meet me under the mistletoe. Just throw on your best pajamas and help me write this letter to Santa, telling him that we're all set. 'Cause we got each other, our love burns brighter than that firey start there sitting on top of our raggedy Christmas tree.

'Cause we're doing alright and it's almost Christmas time,
So let's sit under the tree and drink some wine.
Track Name: DRUMMER BOY
Come, they told me.
A new born king to see.
Our finest gifts we bring.
To lay before the king, so to honor him, when we come.

Little baby, I am a poor boy too.
I have no gift to bring that's fit to give a king.
Shall I play for you on my drums?

Mary nodded, the ox and lamb kept time.
I played my drums for him, I played my best for him.
Then, he smiled at me.
Me and my drum.