Raise Your Glass And Sing

A hush of foam on a midnight stout, a little stage and the fiddle out; she lifts her chin, lets one note fly, and every heart says let’s try. Tap your glass and warm the room, let voices rise from low to high. Hey-hey, raise your glass and sing, let the rafters ring, let the rafters ring! Spin that reel and swing your wing, hey-hey, raise your glass and sing! Beer and rhyme, and time to dance, round and round in a reckless trance; side by side we keep the time, hey-hey, pour the golden shine! The floorboards shake with a friendly roar, boots and chairs at the smoky door; she smiles a spark through the thrumming air, and threads the tune from chair to chair. Tap your glass and warm the room, we’ll chase the dark with lullaby. Hey-hey, raise your glass and sing, let the rafters ring, let the rafters ring! Spin that reel and swing your wing, hey-hey, raise your glass and sing! Here’s to the barkeep, brave and bright, here’s to the band that burns the night; here’s to the tales we’ll still recall, when morning drums on the pub stone wall. Hey-hey, raise your glass and sing, let the rafters ring, let the rafters ring! Spin that reel and swing your wing, hey-hey, raise your glass and sing! Beer and rhyme, and time to dance, round and round in a fearless trance; side by side we keep the time, hey-hey, pour the golden shine!