The feast shall be spread
And the world shall be there,
But set at the head
Our invisible chair.
Ay, the banquet is ours,
For our dishes make room!
Each baked by the fires
Of a smouldering home,
Of a smouldering home.
The feast shall be spread
And the world shall be there,
But set at the head
Our invisible chair.
Ay, the banquet is ours,
For our dishes make room!
Each baked by the fires
Of a smouldering home,
Of a smouldering home.