For The Twelfth Night
Phil Keaggy
Sing softly the cherries
Red, red, sweet and good;
Sing apples and oranges,
The cinnamon food.
Dance swiftly the cider,
Spin more than you should;
For liquor and laughter
Will lighten your load.
Declaim the roast turkey
And riddle the sauce;
Potatoes are stories
Of riches and loss.
Pipe merrily carrots,
Drum beets till they bleed;
They root down to darkness
Who started as seed.
Oh, candy the greetings
You give to your guests;
The wassail is fleeting
And life ends in death.
So taffy your handshake
And ginger the kiss;
Bake huggings like muffins
A brave eucharist.
Be feast for our Christmas
And I'll be the food;
Beg Christ to assist us
In everything good