Come Rest Ye Merry Gentlefolk

(Sung to the tune of God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen) 

Come in, dear friends, and warm yourselves beside our blazing fire.
The wind outside is icy cold, and snow is piling higher.
The Autumn leaves are buried now beneath the fallen snow.
So come in friends, and welcome to our home. To-oo our home.
So be quick, come in, and do please close the door.

Our table's set with food and wine, and 'neath it children play.
We labored not in vain this year; our bounty's on display.
Come, please yourselves with food and wine, and conversation too.
It's a joy to have friends so good and true. Goo-ood and true.
It's a joy to have some friends so good and true.

In time the players will arrive, and music will abound.
Their instruments will fill the air with much delightful sound.
And children too will laugh and sing, and whirl and twirl around.
Every one is a comfort and a joy. Comfort and joy.
Every one of them's a comfort and a joy.

And after all the dancing's done, we'll settle by the fire.
And hear a storyteller tell of heroes who aspire
To save the world from reckless greed, and leaders gone astray.
May the baaad guys be caught and kept away. Ke-ept away.
May the villains all be banished one fine day.

Then in the magic fire light a story did unfold.
A hardy band of travelers with news about the world
Did bravely cross the ice and snow, gone forth to spread the word.
We must all work together to be free. To-oo be free.
Listen well, my friends, the truth will set us free.

What news about the world outside, about the gath'ring storm?
It's said that some betray our trust and mean to do us harm.
But rest awhile beside the fire, and let your thoughts be warm.
Surely love a-and truth will find a way. Fi-ind a way.
May the light of love and truth reveal a way.

Let's hope our song will cast a spell upon the dancing flame.
And conjure up a vision there enticing all to dream.
The little ones may fall asleep, but others tend the fire.
May our dreams be the kind that take us higher. Let us aspire
To a better world, both prosperous and free.

Come rest ye merry gentlefolk. Let nothing you dismay.
The battle will be won by love, and truth will light our way.
So gather all against the might of power gone astray.
O-oh! tidings of co-omfort and joy. Comfort and joy.
O-oh! ti-idings of co-omfort and joy.

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