This isn't recorded, not even sung yet, Folk Club next Tuesday!

SILVER BELLS
Nigel Parsons Dec 2011

In his corner, by the fireplace,
Fred is nursing his beer
Feeling glad
for the warmth
and the light.
At the counter, youths are laughing
Freely sharing good cheer
While poor Fred
makes two pints
last all night.

Silver bells, silver bells
It's Christmas time in the city
Ring-a-ling, hear them sing
Soon it will be Christmas day

In the bar now, come some matrons,
It's the Watchtower brigade.
Singing car'ls
to the sound of
their tambourines.
Seek donations, from the patrons,
Sip a swift lemonade.
Then dispensing
God's blessings
and magazines.

Silver bells, silver bells
It's Christmas time in the city
Ring-a-ling, hear them sing
Soon it will be Christmas day

And they tell all, of the homeless,
And the suff'ring about.
And Fred gives them
the last of
his change.
As they exit, Fred then rises,
And he follows them out
Leaving after
one pint seems
so strange!

Silver bells, silver bells
It's Christmas time in the city
Ring-a-ling, hear them sing
Soon it will be Christmas day