The Feast of Saint Valentine

In the deep and darkest night of your soul When you curse and rue the day That you did dare to give your heart away Take courage in the thought you belong Good comrade, you're not alone We're here to give you shelter from the storm In the blindness and confusion of the fight When the blood is soaking through We'll come to you, we'll come to bind the wound We'll come to you March on, march on you soldiers of the heart You ragged, weary crowd You retreat in your defeat, but you move on Such a vast uncharted wilderness to see Strange lands, strange beasts But I'll go where you lead Where you lead I'll go where you lead I'll go where you lead And on the feast day of Saint Valentine In the bleak mid-winter cold Come lay your blood-red roses in the snow Come lay them in the snow Don't stop your search now Go, by the grace of God Keep your courage, keep your faith And take this paper heart to keep you safe Keep you safe, keep your hope and faith Love will lead you safely on Love will leave you wounded Love will bring you harm Love will be the curse and be the charm Love will be the bruising and the balm Love will set you free And love, love, love will be your bonds Love will win Love will conquer all