I used to be a Pharisee
Cynical and wise, telling rich ungodly lies
Of humanity...
But in the market place was seated
A cripple with a lyre, I looked at him and said
"I've been rich but so unhappy
What set's your soul on fire?"
He said "Look upon me brother, I am a man with piece of mind
You know I've never been much good at nothing
But the words I wrought in rhyme
But I've a good woman to feed me, and friends to share a brew
Evenings we will sit around and sing together
It could be the same for you"...
If you just hold on to young friends you made of old
And cleave to the woman that keeps you whole
And Keep a warm fire for all your friends
Who come in from the cold
I love you as a brother
And I don't even know your name
I know this must sound different
But for me it's always been the same...
Tonight the smoke is rising from all around the room
And judging by the warmth of the smell from the kitchen
There'll be supper ready soon
And our table's set for twenty
Room for more if they should come
And later on we'll pass around the pipe for our pleasure
And sit and take a little rum...
And we will hold on to young friends we made of old
And cleave to the women that keep us whole
And keep a warm fire for all our friends
Who come in from the cold
We love them all as brothers
And we don't have to know their names
We know this must sound different
But for us it always stays the same...
Hold on to young friends you make of old
And cleave to the woman who keeps you whole
Keep a warm fire for all your friends
Who come in from the cold
Now I Love you all as brothers
I don't have to know your names
I used to be so different
But now I'll always stay the same...