"Pharisee" lyrics - STAN ROGERS

There 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,
I know I never was much good at nothing
But the words I wrought and rhyme,
But I've a good woman to feed me, and friends to share it too,
Evenings we sit around and sing together,
It can be the same for you"

[Chorus:]
Just hold on, to young friends you made of old,
And please too, the one who keeps us whole,
Keep a warm fire for all your friends,
Who come in from the cold,
Love them all as brothers,
You don't have to know their names,
For you it might be different,
But for us it always stays the same

Tonight the smoke is rising, from around the room,
And judging from the warmth and smells 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 wine for our pleasure,
And sing until the morning comes

[Chorus 2x]