Let the old fire blaze An` the youngsters shout An` the dog on the rug Sprawl full length out, An` Mother an` I Sort o` settle down-- An` it`s little we care For the noisy town. Oh, it`s little we care That the wind may blow, An` the streets grow white With the drifted snow; We`ll face the storm With the break o` day, But to-night we`ll dream An` we`ll sing an` play. We`ll sit by the fire Where it`s snug an` warm, An` pay no heed To the winter storm; With a sheltering roof Let the blizzard roar; We are safe at home-- Can a king say more? That`s all that counts When the day is done: The smiles of love And the youngsters` fun, The cares put down With the evening gloam-- Here`s the joy of all: To be safe at home.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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