Do you remember the times when we were young

Lowly Lowly Low

Outside the window the frosty midnight hung

On the winter's snow

So we gathered sticks and wood from out behind the farm

Built ourselves a fire in the night

What we didn ' t know then wasn ' t doing any harm

To the lovers of the light

I heard your voice calling me higher

Slowly slowly slow

I saw the future in the embers of the fire

Where no-one seemed to know

That what was happening was in front of their eyes

People crying out for right

No one seemed to have the time to stop and realize

Except the lovers of the light

Some wait for Jesus to take them by the hand

Holy Holy Ho

They wait for destruction to sweep across the land

While only they are saved from the foe

Last night I had a dream in which I saw your son

Carrying my daughter from the fight

Where the world had lost a dream another had begun

For the lovers of the light