Letras
The quill is scratching on the page
The fire is dancing on the stage
The barrel's empty and the cellar's dry
But there's a sparkle in the weary eye
I count the copper and it's getting low
I hear the silence of the falling snow
But when I look at what we gathered here
I find the profit of the passing year
It isn't silver in the heavy chest
It isn't velvet for the noble guest
I write it down before the mem'ry fades
Before the candle on the table shades
The ledger tells a different story now
Of sweating fever and a broken plow
Oh no, I tally up a different sum
Of all the happiness that's finally come
The merchant says I'm poor as dirt
With patches on my linen shirt
So mark it down, one laughter in the dark!
A frozen tinder catching sudden spark
Two lovers kissing by the pantry door
And muddy boots upon the scrubbed floor
A smell of cinnamon and roasting meat
A gift of ribbons for the dancer's feet
My heavy book is full of happy lines
The richest inventory in the pines!
Item one, a father back from war
Who dropped his weapon at the entry door
Item two, a letter from the south
That put a smile upon a bitter mouth
Item three, the way the windows glow
To guide the travelers walking in the snow
Item four, a secret in the hall
A baby sleeping in a woolen shawl
I count the forgiveness of an ancient debt
A song of winter that we won't forget
The way the baker shared his final loaf
Without a payment or a solemn oath
The string of berries on the mantlepiece
The sudden feeling of a perfect peace
The wooden toy that made the orphan grin
The night we let the shivering stray dog in
The tax man sees a peeling wall
He doesn't see the magic in the hall
So mark it down, one laughter in the dark!
A frozen tinder catching sudden spark
Two lovers kissing by the pantry door
And muddy boots upon the scrubbed floor
A smell of cinnamon and roasting meat
A gift of ribbons for the dancer's feet
My heavy book is full of happy lines
The richest inventory in the pines!
So mark it down, one laughter in the dark!
A frozen tinder catching sudden spark
Two lovers kissing by the pantry door
And muddy boots upon the scrubbed floor
A smell of cinnamon and roasting meat
A gift of ribbons for the dancer's feet
My heavy book is full of happy lines
The richest inventory in the pines!
The richest inventory in the pines
The richest inventory in the pines!