Oh what have you seen
Through your square eyes
With your stone gaze
Working land and life
And in the end
The last of your line
Now a silent time
A dying final fire
I can't go back
You saw it pass
The winter frost
That you had last saw past
Would be the one
That his tired eyes saw last
Light up bright
The flickering hearth pine fire
Stoke it high
Fend off the snow lashed gale
Revolution time
Only plowed the furrowed file
Over romanticised
A childhood song
A long summer time
Now a silent time
A dying final fire
I can't go back
You saw it pass
The winter frost
That you had last saw past
Would be the one
His tired eyes saw last
The final fire
It was a sombre affair
But the name may fall
If you will return there
Light up bright
The flickering hearth pine fire
Stoke it high
Fend off the snow lashed gale
Rekindled in an old memory
Of love and joy, occasional misery
