Joy to the world
The gnomes have come
And they will bring you tea
Let every hearth
Prepare them room
Let kettle and teapot sing
Let kettle and teapot sing
Let kettle, let kettle and teapot sing
Joy to the earth
The gnomes remain
Let their tales resound
While fields and floods
Rocks, hills, and plains
Stand witness to their tales
Stand witness to their tales
Stand witness, stand witness to their tales
No more shall we
Forget the joys
Brought by what we create
The gnomes they will
Remind us of
The love wrought by our hands
The love wrought by our minds
The love, the love wrought by our crafts
They bring the word
Of love and change
And that change can be good
Every ending
Brings a new beginning
And chances for new joy
And chances for new love
And chances, and chances for new joy
