In the morning he will rise
When the matches are replaced
Then the ember left will soon become
A fire to be embraced
It will burn all around
For as far as the eye can see
‘Til it seems there’ll never be a time
To run and be carefree

Blow, blow
Don’t let go
Renew and restore
Walk out the door
Renew, restore

Will a broken spirit help?
Can it help in any way?
‘Cos he’s empty and quite heavy now
With nothing left to say
And it happened very fast
Only in a year or two
While the circle closed around him
It was cold and old and blue

Blow, blow
Don’t let go
Renew and restore
Walk out the door
Renew, restore
Blow, blow
Don’t let go
Renew and restore
Walk out the door
Not any more