If life is like a candle bright, death must be the wind
You can close your window tight and it still comes flowing in
So I will climb the highest hill and watch the rising sun
And I pray that I don't feel the chill 'til I'm too old to die young
Let me watch my children grow to see what they become
You can close your window tight and it still comes flowing in
So I will climb the highest hill and watch the rising sun
And I pray that I don't feel the chill 'til I'm too old to die young
Let me watch my children grow to see what they become
Oh Lord, don't let that cold wind blow 'til I'm too old to die young
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