Pharisee

   G                D
I used to be a Pharisee,
Em                           
Cynical and wise, telling rich 
         C              D
ungodly lies Of humanity
               G                   
But in the marketplace was seated, 
                  D
a cripple with a lyre.
  Am                               
I looked at him and said "I've been
       D
 rich but so unhappy,
C
What sets your soul on fire?"
        D                G        
And he said "Look upon me, 
                            D
brother, I'm a man with piece of 
mind,
       Em            G         
You know I've never been good at 
       C
nothing
            D
But the words I wrought in rhyme,
      G                          
But I've a good woman to feed me, 
                          D
and friends to share a brew.
       Am                          
And evenings we sit around and sing
       D
 together,
       C                           
and it could be the same for you", 
      G
if you...

[Chorus]
       C                        D 
Just hold on, to young friends you
          G
 made of old,
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C                             D  
And cleave to the woman who keeps
        G
 us whole,
                    C            
And keep a warm fire for all your 
       D
friends,
        Am            Bm
who come in from the cold,
  Am                   C
I love you all as brothers,
         Am                   C
and I don't even know their names,
       Am                      D
For you this must sound different,
        D                     
but for us it always stays the 
   G
same...

[Verse]

   G
Tonight the smoke is rising, from 
around the room,
Am                        C 
And judging from the warmth of 
                     D
smells from the kitchen,
                                 G 
There'll be supper ready soon... 
                       D
And our table's set for twenty,
G                             D
room for more if they should come,
Am                             C 
And later on we'll pass around 
                   D
the wine for our pleasure,
        Am                   Bm
and sing until the morning comes

[Chorus]

       C              D           
Just hold on, to young friends you
          G
 made of old,
C                             D  
And cleave to the woman who keeps
       G
 us whole,
                    C            
And keep a warm fire for all your 
     D
friends,
        Am            Bm
who come in from the cold,
  Am                C
I love you all as brothers,
         Am                   C
and I don't even know their names,
       Am                    D
For you this must sound different,
        D                     
but for us it always stays the 
  G
same...