| Watch that old fire as it flickers and dies
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| That once blessed the household and lit up our lives
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| It shone for the friends and the clinking of glasses
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| I’ll tend to the flame; |
| you can worship the ashes
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| Capture the wild things and bring them in line
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| And own what was never your right to confine
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| The lives and the loves and the songs are what matters
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| I’ll tend to the flame; |
| you can worship the ashes
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| Do you feel heavy? |
| Your eyes drop with grief
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| Your spirit is wild and your suffering is brief
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| So never you buckle and bend to the masses
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| I’ll tend to the flame; |
| you can worship the ashes
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| Get round the fire with a glass of strong ale
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| And tell us a story from beyond the pale
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| Bury some seeds and expect some strong branches
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| I’ll tend to the flame; |
| you can worship the ashes
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| Now show me a man that can meet all his needs
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| For what we need most now is unity’s seed:
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| A common old song for all creeds and all classes
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| I’ll tend to the flame; |
| you can worship the ashes
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| I’ll tend to the flame…
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| What will we do when the world it is ending
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| And time it is halted for friend and for foe?
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| Try to hold on to the time as it passes
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| I’ll tend to the flame; |
| you can worship the ashes
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| I’ll tend to the flame; |
| you can worship the ashes
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| I’ll tend to the flame; |
| you can worship the ashes |