Wise and gentle, heart of gold, tales of glory often told
Through the meadows, past the streams, where the sunlight softly gleams
By the hearth, the children near, listen close with eager ear
Papa Gnome recounts the day, when they toiled the fields of hay
Every harvest brings a cheer, promises of fruitful year
Underneath the twilight sky, dreams of peace that never die
Through the forest path they roam, Papa Gnome, his heart, their home
Guiding with a steady hand, to the fields of promised land
Lanterns glow and fires light, songs of joy, our spirits bright
Gather 'round the banquet spread, grateful for the daily bread
Papa Gnome, strong and wise
Led his kin to fields that shine
In the harvest gold they find, celebrations round the fire
But as the dancers spin and play, eyes lift up to night’s dismay
Stars in turmoil, heavens’ fight, a battle in celestial light
Keep the children close tonight, tell them tales of peace so bright
Papa Gnome stands tall and firm, as the stars above them squirm
Hearts now heavy with the sight, of the cosmic endless fight
Still he whispers, 'Do not fear, for our bond will keep us near'
In this circle, in this light, we'll push back the endless night
Every tale and every song, strength within to carry on
All the courage we possess, together we defeat distress