Come In - Children 18:3

In my journey through the earth

I found myself a winter night

In the plains of northern somewhere

In a fog of snow and ice

I had just begun to wander

About a place to rest my head

When by chance through the snowstorm

I did see a light ahead

Through the ice and snow

Cabin door was opened

A white haired man

With a fiddle and a bow said

Come in, come in

Come in, come in

Well, I told him of my travels

And I told him of my life

He just smiled at me and nodded

Through the tales of blood and strife

When I asked him for his name

He said: «We've spoken oft' before

Don’t worry about your troubles son

Just remember what they’re for.»

Come in, come in

Come in, come in

Are you empty?

Are you broken?

Are you lost and all alone?

Unaccepted, suicidal

Are you looking for a home?

Heavy hearted, forgotten

Have you got no place to go?

Homosexual, unlovable

Are you just a litte low?

Come in, come in

Come in