16 Candles - Danielle Dax

As the fire burned low

And the clouds rolled in

Tragedy came a-calling

For to claim the service

Of many a man

Ships that sailed in the morning

A swarthy neck

And a heart of oak

Fit to fight for a king

And they set their bows

To a heathen shore

To crush the pagan sin

And the poor girl wept

As she bade him farewell

Sworn to wait for her lover

And she’d light a candle

For every year gone

Memories fine and tender

A stolen kiss under

Spring’s new moon

A secret shared in the dark

She would count the days

Till his sweet return

Would cure her broken heart

«Fight with me for victory!»

The aging general lied

«The time has come

To take the throne

For god is on our side»

And the cannon roared

As the rivers ran red

Sick the song of a martyr

For on every side

Stank the stiff, blue dead

Sacrificed to disaster

Still the girl he had

Left behind

Keeps his memory strong

For she hopes in vain

For her love’s return

Now 16 candles gone