bAll things will pass, wiseman used to say
GEvery bonfire will sGomeday burn away
FBirst there are ashesc then there is [no trbace]
But when the fire is kind of and aflame
GEvery man keeps it Gin his own way
SBome make it smoulderc and some make it blbaze. B  G  b  

When nights are long, a small fire is just good
Efforts are spared, so is the firewood
You should be wise to live at your supplies
But once in a while there will come some fool
This silly fool will not observe the rules
And his bonfire will rise up to the skies.

   BSome words still cGan't be said alGoud
   BSome things still wcait to be allbowed
   BThe sun can stGill be sbeen above the hill
   The fBire still can thrill c  
   And God preserves me stbill.

Wise man retained this fire for himself
Had not enough for charity and help
So he was safe and feared no storm.
You've turned the winter night to a summer day
And in a hour you fire died away
But while it burned all people were warm.

Some words still can't be said aloud
Some things still wait to be allowed
The sun can still be seen above the hill
The fire still can thrill
And God preserves me still.