1. The fire still burns though the footsteps are long
From the springs of times gone past

2. How many folded nights we have
Which I unfurled as if in a dream

3. Perhaps today it returns with
A bright face instead yesterday's gloom

4. Perhaps it shakes those pained by separation
And awakens the devil of regret

5. How many a voice awoke its sleeping
So musical to listening ears

6. The past surrenders to it completely
And builds a home for it amidst the ruins