Pharisee Songtext
von Stan Rogers

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 you so on fire?"
And he said

"Look upon me brother
I'm a man with peace of mind
You know I′ve never been much 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 will sit around and sing together
And it could be the same for you
If you just


Hold on to young friends you made of old
And cleave to the woman that keeps you whole
And keep a warm fire for all your friends who come in from the cold
I love you as a brother and I don't even know your name
I know this must sound different but for me it′s always been the same

Tonight the smoke is rising from all around the room
And judging by the warmth of the smell 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 pipe for our pleasure
And sit and take a little rum
And we will

Hold on to young friends we made of old
And cleave to the women that keep us whole
And keep a warm fire for all our friends who come in from the cold
We love them all as brothers and we don't have to know their names
We know this must sound different but for us it always stays the same

Hold on to young friends you make of old
And cleave to the woman that keeps you whole
And keep a warm fire for all your friends who come in from the cold

Now I love you all as brothers and I don′t have to know your names
I used to be so different now I know I'll always stay the same