As I fight my fight will you fight your fight?
Will you be there still in the place I call home?
Now there’s a broken candlelight and the creepy silent night.
Oh does that scare you?
But don’t forget about the stars in our sky
And the coals in our fire
How they burn red.
Oh la la la la la.
So will you take my hand and hold it tight?
And will you take my flame and hold it high with you?
When the boat is ready, we’ll leave in the morning.
