Pharisee

I 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
 You know I've never been much good at nothing
 But the words I wrought in rhyme
 But I've a good woman to feed me, and friends to share a brew
 Evenings we will sit around and sing together
 It could be the same for you"...
 If you just hold on to young friends you made of old
 And cleave to the woman that keeps you whole
 And Keep a warm fire for all your friends
 who come in from the cold
 I love you as a brother
 And I don't even know your name
 I know this must sound different
 but for me it's always been the same...
 Tonight the smoke is rising from all around the room
 And judging by the warmth of the smell 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 pipe for our pleasure
 and sit and take a little rum...
 And we will hold on to young friends we made of old
 And cleave to the women that keep us whole
 And keep a warm fire for all our friends
 who come in from the cold
 We love them all as brothers
 and we don't have to know their names
 We know this must sound different
 but for us it always stays the same...
 Hold on to young friends you make of old
 And cleave to the woman who keeps you whole
 Keep a warm fire for all your friends
 who come in from the cold
 Now I Love you all as brothers
 I don't have to know your names
 I used to be so different
 but now I'll always stay the same...