Don't let my love grow cold

I'm calling out, light the fire again

Don't let my vision die

I'm calling out, light the fire again



You know my heart my deeds

I'm calling out, light the fire again

I need your discipline

I'm calling out, light the fire again



I am here to buy gold refined in the fire

Naked and poor, wretched and blind I come

Clothe me in white, so I won't be ashamed

Lord, light the fire again