Pass Them By

We come together, here we go Around the fire, here we go Flaming higher, here we go To my surprise a fever grows Lamps will glimmer on the gloom Prey on the light in the room As we fill it to the brim We say the words we take them in Oh how the hills were laughing How the creeks they cried How the grass would cheer on As we passed them by Room for many, room for few Here in the dark I made for you Oh why do I hear you and believe That we come together to make it sweet Oh how the hills were laughing How the creeks they cried How the grass would cheer on As we passed them by --- Pass Them By - Agnes Obel