Composed by Stan Rogers | © Fogarty’s Cove Music
I used to be a Pharisee
Cynical and wise, telling rich ungodly lies of humanity
But in the marketplace was seated a cripple with a lyre
I looked at him and said, “I’ve been rich but so unhappy, what sets your soul on fire?”
And he said “Look up-on me brother, I’m a man with peace 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
And evenings we will sit around and sing together and 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 broth-er 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 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 pipe for our pleasure
And sit and take a little rum.