Stan Rogers Pharisee Lyrics

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 upon me, brother,
I'm a man with piece of mind,
You know I've never been 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 sit around and sing together,
and it could be the same for you", if you...

CHORUS:
Just hold on, to young friends you made of old,
And cleave to the woman who keeps us whole,
And keep a warm fire for all your friends,
who come in from the cold,
I love you all as brothers,
and I don't even know their names,
For you this must sound different,
but for us it always stays the same...

Tonight the smoke is rising, from 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 wine for our
pleasure,
and sing until the morning comes...
CHORUS:
Just hold on, To young friends you made of old,
And please too, the one who keeps you whole,
Keep a warm fire for all your friends,
who come in from the cold,
Love them all as brothers,
you don't have to know their names,
For you it might be different,
but for us it always stays the same...

CHORUS:
Just hold on, To young friends you made of old,
And please too, the one who keeps us whole,
Keep a warm fire for all your friends,
who come in from the cold,
I Love you all as brothers,
I don't have to know your names,
For me it once was different,
but now it always stays the same...