All things will pass, wiseman used to say
Every bonfire will someday burn away
First there are ashes then there is (no trace)

But when the fire is kind of and aflame
Every man keeps it in his own way
Some make it smoulder and some make it blaze.

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 [bad word] some fool
This silly fool will not observe [bad word] 
And his bonfire will rise up to the skies.

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.

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.