Sitting by candle light
Fire in my eyes
The night is young,
Waxing moon is fruitful
Truthfully, we know
not what seeds shall bear, but
Be it thy Will,
It will be done.
Sitting by candle light
Fire in my eyes
The night is young,
Waxing moon is fruitful
Truthfully, we know
not what seeds shall bear, but
Be it thy Will,
It will be done.