Текст песни
Hear me now. The floor is our drum. Your feet are the heartbeat. Listen.
A man who keeps the fire alight
Through every storm and every night
Deserves a song that shakes the floor —
So stamp your feet and give him more!
Ha-le! Ha-le! Raise the cup!
Ha-le! Ha-le! Fill it up!
I see every face that's walked this room,
Every laugh that held the dark at bay —
A keeper knows, the ones who pour for others
Are the ones we honour on this day.
Ha-le! Ha-le! Raise the cup!
Ha-le! Ha-le! Fill it up!
The old songs say, bless the hands that serve.
The old songs say, bless the doors left wide.
I carry every song I've ever heard —
And this one, friend, stays deep inside.
So stand, stand, stand — let the timber shake!
Stand, stand, stand — for the keeper's sake!
Every voice beneath this roof tonight
Is a torch, a bell, a holding light!
Ha-le! Ha-le! Raise the cup!
Ha-le! Ha-le! Fill it up!
Ha-le! Ha-le! Raise the cup!
Ha-le! Ha-le! Fill it up!
Ha-le! Ha-le! Raise the cup!
Ha-le! Ha-le! Fill — it — up!
