(To the tune of “God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen,” though at a more somber gait)

There are no gods for those like me

and so I pray for you

For you, my love, may you be loved

And love in equal due

May you make good

may you make well

and so find living love

May you make good

may you make well

and so raise us above

and last of all may you give thanks

for all that we’ve been given

For there is little time to weep

in this the life we’re livin’

There are no gods for those like me

and so I pray for you

May you know love

may you make well

and know the good well true