Kevin Wald: Bajoran Gratitude Festival Carol Ye merry folk of Bajor, May the Prophets guide your way; This Festival of Gratitude Will only last a day, So join us by the fire for some Redemption-scroll flambe'. O tidings of Peldor Joi, Peldor Joi, O tidings of Peldor Joi. The liturgy that starts things off Is less than ten words long; They're all in Old Bajoran, and They always say them wrong, Then burn a piece of paper in A complicated bong. O tidings of Peldor Joi, Peldor Joi O tidings of Peldor Joi. So go and find a friendly fire To tell your troubles to (With all the troubles in it It's no wonder that it's blue), Then drink until you can't tell "Peldor Joi" from "Jolan Tru". O tidings of Peldor Joi, Jolan Tru, O tidings of Peldor Joi.