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O light the candle, John

The daylight has almost gone

The birds have sung their last

The bells call all to mass



Sit here by my side

For the night is very long

There`s something I must tellBefore I pass along



I joined the brotherhood My books were all to me

I scribed the words of GodAnd much of history



Many a year was IPerched out upon the sea

The waves would wash my tears,

The wind, my memory



I`d hear the ocean breathe

Exhale upon the shore

I knew the tempest`s bloodIts wrath I would endure



And so the years went by

Within my rocky cell

With only a mouse or bird

My friend; I loved them well



And so it came to pass

I`d come here to Romani

And many a year it took

Till I arrived here with thee



On dusty roads I walked

And over mountains high

Through rivers running deep

Beneath the endless sky



Beneath these jasmine flowers

Amidst these cypress trees

I give you now my books

And all their mysteries



Now take the hourglass

And turn it on its head

For when the sands are still

`Tis then you`ll find me dead



O light the candle, John

The daylight is almost gone

The birds have sung their last

The bells call all to mass

O light the candle, John

The daylight has almost gone

The birds have sung their last

The bells call all to mass



Sit here by my side

For the night is very long

There`s something I must tellBefore I pass along



I joined the brotherhood My books were all to me

I scribed the words of GodAnd much of history



Many a year was IPerched out upon the sea

The waves would wash my tears,

The wind, my memory



I`d hear the ocean breathe

Exhale upon the shore

I knew the tempest`s bloodIts wrath I would endure



And so the years went by

Within my rocky cell

With only a mouse or bird

My friend; I loved them well



And so it came to pass

I`d come here to Romani

And many a year it took

Till I arrived here with thee



On dusty roads I walked

And over mountains high

Through rivers running deep

Beneath the endless sky



Beneath these jasmine flowers

Amidst these cypress trees

I give you now my books

And all their mysteries



Now take the hourglass

And turn it on its head

For when the sands are still

`Tis then you`ll find me dead



O light the candle, John

The daylight is almost gone

The birds have sung their last

The bells call all to mass

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