It looks like the fire has died
In the blink of an eye it has gone
Won't you look to the skies
And as wondrous whys
It looks like the fire has died

The voice from my father is gone
His words and his memory live on
But the speech that he spoke
And his laugh with a joke
The voice from my father is gone

There's a night sky, there's a new way
That I'm certain I might find
But until then, and for now, friend
I've sure got to make up my mind
I've sure got to make up my mind

Glistening gold crumbles, too
Refining the fire's still true
When you look what you've got
And it's me and it's you
Glistening gold crumbles, too

There's a night sky, there's a new way
That I'm certain I might find
But until then, and for now, friend
I've sure got to make up my mind
I've sure got to make up my mind