Vision of Confused Object #8

It's the season of peace
It's the season of love
The air is so sweet and perfume
It's the season of love
The leaves of Babylon are tall
But the rain keeps falling
The season moves on
But it's the season of peace
It's the season of love
It's the air is so sweet and perfume
It's the season of love
Every hair on your shoulder is a moan
Just like a thousand a harp play
Santa Claus is sleeping in the tin roof
Happy with what you've got
Talking to you, about what you got
Santa's comin' down the chimney
He's thinkin' all about kids
And Santa wants to go along with his plans
As if letting her know that she's loved
That's how it ought to be