May nothing evil cross this door,
And may ill fortune never pry
About these windows; may the roar
And rains go by.
Strengthened by faith, the rafters will
Withstand the batt'ring of the storm;
This hearth, though all the world grow chill,
Will keep you warm.
Peace shall softly walk these rooms,
And though the walls are thin
They are strong enough to keep hatred out
And hold sweet love, hold sweet love within.
Laughter will drown the raucous shout;
And cross your lips like holy wine
Till every casual corner blooms
Into a shrine.
Peace shall softly walk these rooms,
And though the walls are thin they are strong enough
To keep hatred out and hold sweet love,
Hold sweet love within.
May nothing evil cross this door,
And may ill fortune never pry
About these windows; may the roar
And rains go by.
