Gather Round the Fire

The pine is cut and standing tall. The candles burn along the wall.

Come all you travelers from the cold. The hearth is warm for young

and old. Gather round the fire tonight. Gather round the fire.

Round the fire. Round the fire. Gather round the fire. Round the fire.

The iron kettle's on to boil. My father's hands are dark with soil.

My mother hums a tune we know. My sister watches for the snow.

Gather round the fire tonight. Gather round the fire. Round the fire.

Round the fire. Round the fi-i-re. Round the fire. We walked from town through frozen