Abigail, Light the Room
Style: Ukulele singalong

[Verse 1]
Streamers hang crooked in the hoop
You never cared they fell that way
You just laughed and pulled a chair up
Made this creaky old room feel gold today

[Pre-chorus]
Someone find the candles quick
Someone hush before we sing
Here it comes, the loudest part

[Chorus]
Abigail, we're glad you came
Nobody lights a room like you
Abigail, you're no small tale
Every year we're glad it's true

[Verse 2]
You've got cake stuck to your sleeve
And you don't mind one little bit
You keep laughing, keep on staying
Right in the middle, owning it

[Chorus]
Abigail, we're glad you came
Nobody lights a room like you
Abigail, you're no small tale
Every year we're glad it's true

[Bridge]
Some folks fade into the chairs
You're the one that we all see
So blow it out and make the wish
We already know who we want you to be

[Chorus]
Abigail, we're glad you came
Nobody lights a room like you
Abigail, you're no small tale
Every year we're glad it's true

[Outro]
Streamers still hang from the hoop
We'll leave them there for you

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