(Alternate Slower Version Submitted by Craig Ciccone). The family circle gathers 'round from very far and near. To pass around the same remarks they passed away last year. The little girl you dangled on your knee without mishap. Stirs something in your memory and something in your lap. (Chorus). The juniper berry has a very deadly kiss. I would say that something here is very much amiss. But it's a living and this is the life. For the world and his wife. The world and his wife. The kissing cousins step outside to cuddle and confess. She says sweet nothing at all it's much more of a mess. She says "Our Mother and someone else's Father. Went for two weeks holiday in Tarmasalata.". Daddy went out the rubbish and he kept on walking. Between Mum and the walls God only knows who does the talking. Chorus. The conversation melts like chocolate down our open jaws. Through the loud appeal of laughter and the counting of [?]. And later on in the evening through the tears and fol de rol. Come the sentimental feelings for the lure of vitriol. Longing thoughts go hankering for the old home overseas. With a blindfold and a national anthem sung in different keys.