Moes Haven: Lyrics/Clips/MP3s
X-Mas in Hungary, 1412
(Moes Haven)
Gather 'round the fire, my dears
For something must be told
I've not a penny for presents this year
And it's growin' cold
We'll huddle around the fire for warmth
And watch it burning slow
I bit you all not go outside
For none will survive the snow
The house is filled with plenty of wood
We've food enough to stay alive
And if we pray together tonight
We just might survive
Gather 'round the fire my dears
And hold each other tight
For though the cold may devour us all
Pray it not be tonight