This ballad must roll on
In spite of what leers from the dark
Along, its treacherous way
Although the defiance I keep has waned
This story rings as bold
As it rang at my birth
This ballad rolls on for a father
Who guards its fading spark
Against the wind at all costs
So the words of this song might unfold
For a youth,
To be treasured anew
With each century lost

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