# #ANOTHER CHRISTMAS SONG # #intro # ome" intro and verses repeated. Hope everybody's dancing to their own drum this fine morning --- the beat of distant Africa or a Polish factory town. Old man, he's calling for his supper. Calling for his whisky. Calling for his sons and daughters, yeah --- calling all his children round. Sharp ears are tuned in to the drones and chanters warming. Mist blowing round some headland, somewhere in your memory. Everyone is from somewhere --- even if you've n (chordiearchive.chordie.com)