A Song

Sing, Hey, when the time rolls round this way,

And the bells peal out,‘ Tis Christmas Day;

The world is better then by half,

For joy, for joy;

In a little while you will see it laugh —

For a song's to sing and a glass to quaff,

My boy, my boy.

So here's to the man who never says nay!—

Sing, Hey, a song of Christmas-Day!

Sing, Ho, when roofs are white with snow,

And homes are hung with mistletoe;

Old Earth is not half bad, I wis —

What cheer! what cheer!

How it ever seemed sad the wonder is —

With a gift to give and a girl to kiss,

My dear, my dear.

So here's to the girl who never says no!

Sing, Ho, a song of the mistletoe!

No thing in the world to the heart seems wrong

When the soul of a man walks out with song;

Wherever they go, glad hand in hand,

And glove in glove,

The round of the land is rainbow-spanned,

And the meaning of life they understand

Is love, is love.

Let the heart be open, the soul be strong,

And life will be glad as a Christmas song.