Refrain:
You, were my hope
Your hope was mine
Candles are low
For the last time
I don't want to look; when i do it saddens me
It saddens me so when i recall their first light
I don't want to turn back to then, for then i'll see
How quickly they lengthen in line and they multiply
(refrain)
Once i made a big cake for my father so long ago
For his 50th birthday one year, wouldn't you know
Like cassandra, i read him a chilling prophecy
I read him a poem, it was 'candles' and now i grieve
Spoken:
[days of our future stand before us
Like a row of little lighted candles
Golden, warm and lively little candles
The days gone by remain behind us
A mournful line of burnt-out candles
The nearest ones are still smoking
Cold candles, melted, and bent]
(from "candles" by cavafy)
I don't want to look when i do it saddens me
It saddens me so when i recall their first light
I don't want to turn back to then, for then i'll see
How quickly they lengthen in line, and they multiply.
(refrain)