Dead Hosts Welcome

Red falcon, white dove
Ancestors show their love
Toast the meat world, it is well done
Lift up our spirits 'til the kingdom come

It's laying cold, stir up the fire
Sit close by and draw the table nigh
Be merry and drink the wine that's old
A hearty medicine against the cold

Your bed is wanting, laid at best
Where you shall tumble to your rest
I could wish you sweet wenches too
I am dead and cannot do for you

Red falcon and a white dove
Ancestors show their love
Toast the meat world, it is well done
Lift up our spirits 'til the kingdom come

Call for the bits that I may bring
Seven angels, let them sing
Welcome, welcome, shall fly around
And I shall smile though I'm underground

Red falcon and a white dove
Ancestors show their love
Toast the meat world, it is well done
Lift up our spirits 'til the kingdom come

Red falcon and a white dove
Ancestors show their love
Toast the meat world, it is well done
Lift up our spirits 'til the kingdom come