Jesse Bout - Like a White Christmas Lyrics

There's a backroad back in Beamsville
That can make a trucker tremble
With potholes that can puncture a tire
There are cracks and craters, crevices
And no tax dollars to fix 'em
No pavers that are free for the hire
But December comes
And the snow falls down
And the wounds are healed my manna from the sky
And the backroad's singin'

Wash me
Till I'm purer than snow
Cover me in blankets of white
Cover me in blankets of white

All the bleary-eyed commuters
Have no time to stare in wonder
They already slept in past their alarm
Every flake is stained and muddied
And by rubber tread asunder
With no thought to the innocence they've harmed
And it makes me cry
To see the beauty turned to mud
But in the morning everything is new
And it's got me singin'

Wash me
Till I'm purer than snow
Cover me in blankets of white
Wash me
Till your glory's aglow
Spotless as the veil of a bride

Long before the roads were paved and
Before Beamsville had its name yet
God himself was born as a man
To a humble sleeping small town
Purest innocence was sent down
To cleanse a world so damaged and damned

Wash me
Till I'm purer than snow
Cover me in blankets of white
Wash me
Till your glory's aglow
Spotless as the veil of a bride

Let mercy fall on me
Like a white Christmas