Hark, on o’er yonder mountain
There is a fire, and it is coming towards us
Gather your coat and blanket, I’ll saddle the horse and we’ll ride
Through the night under the stars
On our flight
Once, maybe twice in a lifetime
You’re given the choice to run or to stay and fight
I’ll take the road that’s lonely and dark but we’re alive
And we’ll rise, another start, another town
Love, in our time
We’ve seen wars; the guns and tanks arrived, goodbye
To all we’ve ever known
Now, as we are so much older
We’ve got a son, and isn’t that what we did it all for
Love, in our time
We’ve seen wars, the guns and the tanks
The Holy Rollers and their armies
Have come to take away and play their evil games, hooray!

INVIA LE CORREZIONI