Pinwheel of Death

Kenneth Grahame


SONGS

Writers William Bolcom, Kenneth Grahame, Joan Morris, Arnold Weinstein

Genres Classical, Holiday, Choral

Recorded 2001

Lyrics NEIGHBORS,
ON THIS FROSTY TIDE,
THE WIND IS BLOWING,
THERE'S SNOW BESIDE.
SO LET US SIT
BY YOUR FIRESIDE,
AND JOY SHALL BE YOURS
IN THE MORNING.

HERE WE STAND
IN COLD AND SLEET,
BLOWING FINGERS
AND STAMPING FEET,
YOU BY THE FIRE
AND WE IN THE STREET,
AND BIDDING YOU JOY
IN THE MORNING.

A STAR FROM AFAR
HAS LED US ON
AND GAVE US LIGHT
BEFORE THE DAWN.
FOR BLISS TOMORROW
AND JOY ANON,
AND JOY
FOR EVERY MORNING.

GOOD JOSEPH
SAW ACROSS THE SNOW
THE STAR
ABOVE THE MANGER LOW.
HE MADE A BED
FOR HIS MARY,
SO THAT JOY
WOULD BE HERS
IN THE MORNING.

AND IN THE STABLE
WHERE THEY DID DWELL,
WHO WERE THE FIRST
TO SING NOEL?
DONKEY AND COW,
FOR IT BEFELL
THAT JOY WOULD BE THEIRS
IN THE MORNING.

SO, NEIGHBORS,
ON THIS FROSTY TIDE,
THE WIND IS BLOWING,
THERE'S SNOW BESIDE.
SO LET US SIT
BY YOUR FIRESIDE,
AND JOY WILL BE YOURS
IN THE MORNING.