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