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)
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)