If I were in you,
Oh wise wizard,
The first thing I'd do,
Might be a blizzard.

Maybe a fire,
To kindle my love.
Or a shire,
to fly above.

Too many tales, and much to head,
All it is, is ale, and mead.

I'm what makes the sky turn bright,
and I'm what would make it night.

I may return, I may fade away,
Maybe not, but 'til another day..

As you wave goodbye, I fade away.