Letras
Come gather, good kin, by the firelight's gleam
Where frost crowns the ale and the night's sharp with dream
The snow coats the road and the moon rides high
Hear my paw on the door and my winterborn cry
Fear not fur nor fang nor the wild in my eye
For this night is for warmth and old songs lifted high
Oh howl we for Yuletide and howl we again
Good cheer to the hearth and to kith and to friend
We howl for good fortune, for laughter and beer
Oh howl we for Yuletide and a bright turning year
My lute bears the marks of both claw and of age
Its strings hum of forests and ale-soaked old rage
From castle to tavern, from crossroads to hall
I sing for the meek and the mighty and all
Let the bells ring loud and the cups overflow
Even beasts of the night feel the Yuletide glow
Oh howl we for Yuletide and howl we again
Good cheer to the hearth and to kith and to friend
We howl for good fortune, for laughter and beer
Oh howl we for Yuletide and a bright turning year
When dawn comes pale and the moon fades away
I'll shoulder my pack with the breaking of day
But this night we are bound by the fire's warm gleam
Man, monster, and bard — one winterborn dream
Awoo… pass the ale.
So howl we for Yuletide, let no voice be still
Let the rafters ring loud with our glad winter will
Health to your table, long life, honest cheer
Oh howl we for Yuletide and a bright turning year
So bar the cold dark and draw friends ever near
From the wolf at your door — Merry Yuletide, good cheer