Refrain:

You, were my hope

Your hope was mine

Candles are low

For the last time

I don't want to look; when i do it saddens me

It saddens me so when i recall their first light

I don't want to turn back to then, for then i'll see

How quickly they lengthen in line and they multiply



(refrain)





Once i made a big cake for my father so long ago

For his 50th birthday one year, wouldn't you know

Like cassandra, i read him a chilling prophecy

I read him a poem, it was 'candles' and now i grieve



Spoken:

[days of our future stand before us

Like a row of little lighted candles

Golden, warm and lively little candles

The days gone by remain behind us

A mournful line of burnt-out candles

The nearest ones are still smoking

Cold candles, melted, and bent]

(from "candles" by cavafy)



I don't want to look when i do it saddens me

It saddens me so when i recall their first light

I don't want to turn back to then, for then i'll see

How quickly they lengthen in line, and they multiply.



(refrain)