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Dylan at Christmas?

Dylan Can you imagine Bob Dylan singing a Christmas carol?  Goodness.  As much as I admire him, I'd rather not hear that.  And yet, there are a few Dylan songs that seem appropriate at Christmas.   Probably any of them from his so-called Christian period woud be good, like "When He Returns," or "Property of Jesus," but I like this one, one preceding that period.  Dylan wrote the songs on his 1970 album, New Morning, after a long period out of thre public eye, after a serious motorcycle accident.  Given some of the titles on that album, (like "I Dreamed I Saw St. Augustine"), one would have to conclude that some spiritual searching was occurring during this time.  Maybe.

Father of night, Father of day,
Father, who taketh the darkness away,
Father, who teacheth the bird to fly,
Builder of rainbows up in the sky,
Father of loneliness and pain,
Father of love and Father of rain.

Father of day, Father of night,
Father of black, Father of white,
Father, who build the mountain so high,
Who shapeth the cloud up in the sky,
Father of time, Father of dreams,
Father, who turneth the rivers and streams.

Father of grain, Father of wheat,
Father of cold and Father of heat,
Father of air and Father of trees,
Who dwells in our hearts and our memories,
Father of minutes, Father of days,
Father of whom we most solemnly praise.

("Father of Night, from New Morning, released in 1970)