Walking up hill
The sun blinds
From behind the cross
Black eyes and black hair
For howl ong have you gazed
At this godly lake
To long I'm sure

Carrying your candels
Up the never ending hill
A few to be burnt
In the name of christ
Most melt in the sun
What are you doing here
Don't sell your candels to christ

I hope your flame still burns
That it will one day start a forest fire
Dont let it go out
For the western wind has swept the land of life
Though the candels do remain