The Birthday Party

I saw the Buddha open up his eyes

One Sunday morning

Say he's invited to a party for Christ

And he must be going

He heaved himself up with a groan, standing slowly

Came down those steps of stone, and asked me

Where to catch the next train to Jerusalem

In India he sang with Hindus as they prayed

By the Ganges when the dawn came

Near Arabia, he saw Mohammed on the train

And asked if he would join him

Passing those teeming towns, they talked for hours

All about the truth and how it's discovered

Trading bits of news and stories from these thousand years

Saying "great idea, this party for Jesus"

Then Mohammed said "hey Buddha, it's great to see ya"

Finding the place with the help of Abraham

Waving from the doorway

They greeted faces from a thousand holy lands

Present day and all ages (always)

Everybody talking, laughing, fiercely debating

Saying how desperately the world is changing

Then somebody lit the two-thousand candles

And they all toasted Jesus, born in a stable

Then Jesus said "hey, let's not be such strangers"