From the recording No Room at the Inn

An ironic Christmas Carol dedicated to the refugees of war that some would like to turn away out of fear and bigotry. Beautiful, classical sounding 4 part harmonies accompanied by acoustic and twelve string electric guitars.

Lyrics

No room at the Inn
No room at the inn
for all your huddled masses your kith and your kin
There's no room at the inn

We're barring the door
We're barring the door
to all you weary travelers your tired and poor
We are barring the door

On a cold winter's night
On a cold winter's night
The mother of exiles is dousing her light
On a cold winter's night

No room at the inn
No room at the inn
For all your weary travelers your kith and your kin
There's no room at the inn