Pass Them By - Agnes Obel

We come together, here we go

Around the fire, here we go

Flaming higher, here we go

To my surprise a fever grows

Lamps will glimmer on the gloom

Prey on the light in the room

As we fill it to the brim

We say the words we take them in

Oh how the hills were laughing

How the creeks they cried

How the grass would cheer on

As we passed them by

Room for many, room for few

Here in the dark I made for you

Oh why do I hear you and believe

That we come together to make it sweet

Oh how the hills were laughing

How the creeks they cried

How the grass would cheer on

As we passed them by