When the Whole Table Sings
v4
@Jarek Jarecki
When the Whole Table Sings
v4
@Jarek Jarecki
Text
[Verse 1]
The long tables are ready, the bread’s on the board,
Auntie Basia is laughing and passing the corn.
The kettle sings softly, the old clock says nine,
And your chair’s been kept warm right beside mine.
[Chorus]
Come along, come along, bring your voice to the room,
Let the good-hearted company make a little more room.
Raise a glass to the neighbors, to the old and the new,
When the whole table sings, there is space here for you.
[Verse 2]
Jurek tells the same story, we know every turn,
Still we laugh at the ending and ask him to learn.
Your red scarf is hanging by the coat at the door,
And your shoes keep a time on the well-worn floor.
[Chorus]
Come along, come along, bring your voice to the room,
Let the good-hearted company make a little more room.
Raise a glass to the neighbors, to the old and the new,
When the whole table sings, there is space here for you.
[Instrumental Break]
[Bridge]
If the road brought you here, then you’re one of our own,
No one leaves this evening to walk home alone.
[Final Chorus]
Come along, come along, bring your voice to the room,
Let the good-hearted company make a little more room.
Raise a glass to the neighbors, to the old and the new,
When the whole table sings, there is space here for you.
When the whole table sings, there is space here for you.
The long tables are ready, the bread’s on the board,
Auntie Basia is laughing and passing the corn.
The kettle sings softly, the old clock says nine,
And your chair’s been kept warm right beside mine.
[Chorus]
Come along, come along, bring your voice to the room,
Let the good-hearted company make a little more room.
Raise a glass to the neighbors, to the old and the new,
When the whole table sings, there is space here for you.
[Verse 2]
Jurek tells the same story, we know every turn,
Still we laugh at the ending and ask him to learn.
Your red scarf is hanging by the coat at the door,
And your shoes keep a time on the well-worn floor.
[Chorus]
Come along, come along, bring your voice to the room,
Let the good-hearted company make a little more room.
Raise a glass to the neighbors, to the old and the new,
When the whole table sings, there is space here for you.
[Instrumental Break]
[Bridge]
If the road brought you here, then you’re one of our own,
No one leaves this evening to walk home alone.
[Final Chorus]
Come along, come along, bring your voice to the room,
Let the good-hearted company make a little more room.
Raise a glass to the neighbors, to the old and the new,
When the whole table sings, there is space here for you.
When the whole table sings, there is space here for you.
Musikstil
Polish biesiada party folk, brisk polka-leaning two-beat dance groove, bright accordion carrying a memorable melodic hook, strummed acoustic guitar, rounded tuba and punchy brass responses, handclaps and simple live-feeling drums; communal mixed-group singalong with a warm, hearty lead vocal and easy call-and-response chorus. Start with a short accordion pickup, keep verses nimble and conversational, open into a broad shout-along chorus, add a brief accordion-and-brass instrumental break, then finish with a final repeated chorus and a crisp ensemble stop. Lively, convivial, rustic village-hall energy; clear vocals and natural room ambience.
