1.) We've walked the plains in crisp cold air,
Sat by the frozen well,
Found our way back to warmth and light
Just as the evening fell.
Now the fire seems alive tonight,
Full of voices, wild and free,
There are faces from forgotten years
And summers yet to be.
And we share the warmth, the thoughts and hopes
We've so often shared before.
Let all nights be filled with friends and fire
And we will ask no more.
Let us live and love each day that dawns
And treasure all our past.
Let us close the circle and believe
That it will always last.
- The flame is still alive -
2.) The heat is shining on his face
Still so full of jests and songs,
And in his voice the deep, calm joy
To be where he belongs.
And she laughs her golden laughter
But her eyes are soft and sad,
And I know she thinks of love and loss
In summers that we had.
Then I tell the tale we know so well,
They both cheer and cry like me,
And with a sigh we turn and smile
And set our mem'ries free.
Let us take the hand we're offered, friends,
And hold these moments dear.
Let there always be a path ahead,
Let's walk it far from fear.
-The flame is still alive -
3.) The night grows old, the fire sings,
It sets our hearts at ease,
And in the hush our eyes are filled
With a warm and drowsy peace.
In the twilight flare a thousand fires
Kindled by our hands,
That blaze for kindred folk tonight
Like stars in younger lands.
And we shiver as we feel the breath
Of a thousand distant friends.
It isn't here the dream was born
And here's not where it ends.
Let the snow fall deep and soft outside,
Let us sleep here in the glow,
Let us rest in friendship, smiles and tears
And let the winter know
-The flame is still alive -
Eva - finally finished 25-8-2003
(For all the friends at distant fires -
but most of all for Birgit)