Song of the spoon

Somehow the song seemed to go perfectly with this Czech Nativity scene. I'm sure there's a spoon in there somewhere.

How could I resist this song, from an old Yale College songbook, as the perfect means to wish you a Happy Christmas from Spoons on Trays. May all your spoons bring 'mem’ries held so dear' …

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Words by R. E. Smythie, ‘66
Music by Otto.

Eyes of beauty, throng’d around thee 
Gaze upon thee, Spoon to night, 
Up-i-dee. Up-i-dee, Up-i-dee, Up-i-dee, Up-i-da.
In thy presence all our hearts Are full of merry, made delight,
Up-i-dee. Up-i-dee, Up-i-dee, Up-i-dee, Up-i-da.

Laugh be merry, merry, merry June;
Kind benignant June;
Jolly, jolly June;
To her children gives the noble, gives the noble Wooden Spoon.
Blessings ever be upon thee, on thy honest wooden face, 
Strangely carven, mystic meanings Shadow from thy stately grace,
Up-i-dee, Up-i-dee, Up-i-dee, Up-i-da.

While the wave shocks Madly the rocks.
Drops fall in spray, Jewels are they in the robes of night, 
In the locks of storms, Making darkness bright,
Lighting our way.

Then the dark, fearful wave, 
Sailors’ home, sailors’ grave,
Seems to glow with delight,
And it shines in pleasant mem’ries 
Through the night.

Thus thro’ our days
When the waves beat high,
And our souls reply
In one constant tune,
Still shall it cheer,
Looking back upon mem’ries held so dear, 
Wreathing the spoon. 
Spoon, Spoon, Spoon, Spoon. 

(With many thanks to Melanie Keene for sending this to me).