golden horn Then the violins and the trumpets rang out he led them all In a coat of many colors patched and torn And he swung me to a loving sound While
round the cracker barrels The children hum their Christmas carols The train tracks all run parallel But they'll all meet up one day On a dusty pew in a
sharper than the thorn? What is louder than the horn? Oh, hunger is sharper than the thorn, Thunder's louder than the horn. And what is
his golden horn Then the violins and the trumpets rang out he led them all In a coat of many colors patched and torn And he swung me to a loving sound