Streetlight Supper Jubilee

(mmmm, yeah)

Carry the wood to the center of the lane

Set down the plates

where the shadows softly fade

One glass is raised

as the day goes down

(yeah, alright) Pass down the bread,

let the children fall asleep

No more dividing the quiet we should keep

One evening here, under branches wide

(we

are here)

All at one table,

under the evening sky

Letting the troubles of yesterday pass by

If we have only tonight to make it true

Maybe tomorrow we'll share this table too

(oh, we'll share it too) Maybe tomorrow too (every single one of

us)

Maybe tomorrow too (sharing this bread with you)