As the hour of eleven drew near
Some poor stranger in rags did appear
At the door of the Inn-
Face weary and thin-
To ask, "Is there any room here?"
But the owner just laughed and said,
"My friend, it's the coldest night of the year.
"We've a sheikh with three wives,
And a moneylender.
A taxman, a soldier, and a harness mender
Three balmy old coots in silver boots-
Two are stargazers and the other's a seer."
Out into the night crystal clear
The stranger went hiding a tear
And Incredible Phat, the Inn Keeper's cat,
Followed and saw standing near
A donkey bearing a pale, sweet girl
Through the coldest night of the year.
While the barmaid, the priest and the diplomat
Bought one last round for the acrobat
And a spy with no chin, who had also come in
From the cold, with Harod's surly charioteer.
But Phat said, "Friends be of good cheer!
For I know of a shelter that's near.
And he lead them out back to a tumbled down shack
Where the Inn Keeper's wife kept her steer.
And he said, 'It's the warmest place in town
On the coldest night of the year.
Yes he said, "It's the warmest place in town...
On the coldest night of the year."