With the fire about to start,
I saw up high, and there were the stars.
I put more wood in, the fire was going.
As the heat rise, so did your name,
...
As I sit here,
Thinking of that girl,
The one I love,
The one I call.
...
Who would have thought it?
I would have not,
Those words are long gone,
And it remain as a song,
...