Thanks for this one. Nice song.

Only thing is, it makes me feel uneasy. Just like all those sickly-sweet Victorian songs which seem to be saying we don't need to bother doing anything 'cos God will make it all right in the end.

Maybe the antidote's in this poem, written 1903 so not quite Victorian, which all the schoolchildren of my father's generation seemed to have had to learn by heart as part of their education.

In the Workhouse: Christmas Day (George R. Sims)

I've got nothing at all against casual charity, but hadn't we all better order our world a little better.

Perhaps this isn't the place for this sort of comment. Sorry if not.

IanC