Žodžiai dainai: Blackmore's Night. Fires At Midnight. Sake Of Song.

The moon must be an angel,
Her halo surely heaven sent
Watching from above should the bells forget to ring
And we but lonely travelers
Following a ray of light
All become the same when we begin to sing

Round and round we all go,
Where we stop nobody knows,
Heaven meets on the earth
For the sake of the song...

Could you ever fly without the fear of falling Does the songbird cease just because its dawn
Could a candle burn with any less resilience Should we never love for the fear that it may fade?