If life is like a candle bright
Death must be the wind
You can close your window tight
And it still comes blowing in
So I will climb the highest hill
To watch the rising sun
And pray that I don't feel that chill
'Till I'm too old to die young
Let me watch my children grow
To see what they become
Oh Lord don't let that cold wind blow
'Till I'm too old to die young
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