Listen to me, darling, there's not much I will say Won't hold you for long, will not take your time Before this elder turns dust in the fire, Before we are consumed by the night
There are the ones, my darling, who will hunt for your soul Out in the woods, they stroll far and near But if you hold my hand, we can deal with the cold, We can even deal with the fear.
Creatures of darkness always hungry in you, Yes, they can hide in you, they hide in me But if you know their names, they will never get through, They will not, if you won't permit.
So listen to me, darling, for that's my farewell gift, Keep your ears deaf for their voices high And by the time this elder turns dust in the fire, I promise you'll see the morning light.
Before this elder turns dust in the fire, You and I will see the morning light.