As the fire burned low And the clouds rolled in Tragedy came a-calling For to claim the service Of many a man Ships that sailed in the morning A swarthy neck And a heart of oak Fit to fight for a king And they set their bows To a heathen shore To crush the pagan sin And the poor girl wept As she bade him farewell Sworn to wait for her lover And she'd light a candle For every year gone Memories fine and tender A stolen kiss under Spring's new moon A secret shared in the dark She would count the days Till his sweet return Would cure her broken heart "Fight with me for victory!" The aging general lied "The time has come To take the throne For god is on our side" And the cannon roared As the rivers ran red Sick the song of a martyr For on every side Stank the stiff, blue dead Sacrificed to disaster Still the girl he had Left behind Keeps his memory strong For she hopes in vain For her love's return Now 16 candles gone