THE HALL OF JOY

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Summer, Autumn, Winter, Spring.
When is the season to sing ?
Now will another tomorrow
Come again, heavy and slow ?

Come to the hall of joy
Fill the emptiness
Full of loneliness, darkness and sadness.
Sing of the simple life our hearts enjoy.

There’s snow on Na Gruagaichean
Melting its way down the glen.
Quenching the thirst of this life
Dry stories waiting to thrive.

Come to the hall of joy

Fill the emptiness

Full of loneliness, darkness and sadness.

Sing of the simple life our hearts enjoy.

And the children play, and the children play
A tune that will stay tll the end of the day.
Be still hear them play Lovely Stornoway.

Summer will have nothing to hide.
No song will be lef aside.
New gorse will blossom and glow.
But now It’s cold where can I go ?

Stay in the hall of joy

Fill the emptiness

Full of loneliness, darkness and sadness.

Sing of the simple life our hearts enjoy.

And the children play, and the children play
A tune that will stay till the end of the day.
Be still hear them play Lovely Stornoway.
A tune that will stay till the end of the day.
Be still hear them play Lovely Stornoway.