I will send you letters when the snow begins to fall upon your covered head
Invite you to the table where we talk about the year and all the skin we shed
When 9 o'clock appears we head into the den
Assume the same positions with our instruments
Take a turn selecting from the hymnals preached by John and Paul and Ringo, too
Interwoven with the melodies, the minor keys, that speak some sacred truth
It's still outside; the frost that bites; three sleeps to go
This evening is a Chorus for no sorry souls
When your turn comes around, will you strum those chords and sing those words and play that song?
When your turn comes around, will you strum those chords and sing those words and play that song?
When your turn comes around, will you strum those chords and sing those words and play that song?
When your turn comes around, will you strum those chords? When your turn comes around
will you be singing