On the coldest night of the year,
at a park called the
Elephant
Sound,
In credible fact,
the innkeeper's cat was having a saucer of beer
With fruited, merry gentlemen
On the coldest night of the year
As the hour of eleven drew near,
Some poor stranger in rags did appear
At the door of the inn,
face weary and thin,
To ask, is there any room here?
But the owner just laughed and said, my friend,
it's the coldest night of the year.
To weave a sheik with three
wives and a mighty lender
A tax man, a soldier,
and a hornless mender
Three balmy old
coons in silver boots
To our stargazers and the others of sin
Out in to the night we soldier
The stranger went hiding a tear
An d incredible fact,
it gave us light, for
Lord and soul standing near.
While the barmaid, the priest,
and the diplomat
Bought one last round
for the agrobat
And a
A spy with no chin,
who had also come in
From the cold with
Herod's surly chari oteer
But
Fat said, friends be of good cheer
For I know of a shelter that's near
And he led them out back to
a tumble -down shack
Where the wind -keeper's
wife kept the steel
And he said it's the
warmest place in town
On the coldest night of the year.
Yes, you said it's the
warmest place in town
On the cold est night
of the year.
You
You