Unrest in weary, weakened men has sparked a seething fume Such torrid souls divided breathe the dismal, cheerless gloom Existence cold and diffident, resigned unto this doom No tidings of comfort and joy.
The winds have brought a chill upon the homes of working men As children and their mothers seeking warmth in hearth and friend But servants to their wages, hath they not a coin to spend No tidings of comfort and joy
The avarice of hundreds few has shattered lives unseen And stripped the poor of homesteads for their austerity Rapacity is worshiped to subvert all charity No tidings of comfort and joy.
The broken and the beggars may unite in strength and force To mobilize and protest to correct this crooked course But radiant lights and false delights doth blind us to the source No tidings of comfort and joy.
What hope remains when those in chains so harshly are ignored The famished and the destitute, their grievances deplored Our only warmth in wintertime: the constant fire of war No tidings of comfort and joy.
Despair ye not, o’ weary men, for triumph can be gained We offer prayer for mutiny and passions unrestrained To break the bonds of usurers and dastards holding reign And bring tidings of comfort and joy.
So hearken, steadfast mortal men and women trodden down No savior but thyselves can liberate and wear the crown The spirits of apostasy; deliv’rance hath we found! O, tidings of comfort and joy!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
