Not much will change when i am gone But that's no fun, and it'll will always be in vain. Cranes will come home in the springtime. and leave my autumn dazed. So when i am only ashes. there will be fires burning. When i am gone from this place. this old road will keep on turning. So the sun's shinning. The brightest in the winter. and the snow will crush Under children's feet. And i can only hope to leave this place one better. and Then my children. will remember me. Here i am only ashes. and they're will still be fires burning. When i am gone. from this place. this old world. will keep on turning.