Old book shop glows.
The hallways gently beckon you.
Old book shop glows.
The shadows along wall beckon
you to join them by the chimney.
The flames are now hopping.
Old book shop glows.

And wooden shoes by
the fireplace sit for
feet to wear them.

Old book shop glows.
The hallways gently beckon you.
Old book shop glows.
The shadows along wall beckon
you to join them by the chimney.
The flames are now hopping.
Old book shop glows.

The smell of evergreen fills the room with flavored smoke.
Bookshelves that fill the room give many to tell.
Lets hope one picks the right one or you’ll go to hell.