Gather Round - Jack Howard

Well, trouble comes to my house

Nothing I can do is going to stop it

Well trouble comes, I don’t know how

A crack in the footpath, a blink of an eye

Gather 'round here, all my friends

Gather here, all you voices in the dark

The shadowland is upon us

Gather 'round, and hold my hand

Now everything I had is now beyond me

And everything I took for granted, God grant me now

Gather 'round here, all my friends

Gather here, all you voices in the dark

The shadowland is upon us

Gather 'round, and hold my hand

Take me back to where I was, take me back to where I thought I belonged

Consigned to lore, resigned to the score

I can still crack a smile and make 'em laugh

Gather 'round here, all my friends

Gather here, all you voices in the dark

The shadowland is upon us

Gather 'round, and hold my hand

Gather 'round here, all my friends

Gather here, all you voices in the dark

The shadowland is upon us

Gather 'round, and hold my hand