Outside and all around us a picture no camera can take and it is cold

But we all have stories of fires that we love to tell, 

but it's the fires within the fires that drew me to you



As to live is to die and I will grieve by your side 'til the day comes

when all that love is lifted from your eye



Found ourselves a village after thousand nights a blur

Fell right before me and I could see here from her

There are angels passing thorugh trying to grab a hold of you, 

but we both stand aside like old lovers do



As to live is to die and I will grieve by your side 'til the day comes

when all that love is lifted from your eye



Bury you in the yard, bury you in my arms and watch you sleep

Carry you thorugh the yard, carry you in my arms,

while birches weep