Sittin' round the fire,
Shadows dance at night,
One last chance to write the letter,
I never thought I'd write.

I'm writing now to tell you,
All the things I never told you,
Never had the time to tell you,
Never took the time to show you,

And I know, that on the morrow I go to fight,
And we know, that on the morrow die we might,
And we'll all go down together, one for all and all for one,
When we awake tomorrow, to meet the risin' sun one last time.

You'll receive this letter two weeks after I am gone,
Still the words upon these pages will forever carry on,
And I'll visit you in silence, through the warm air through the breeze,
I'll come softly like the sunlight, warming up your dreams.

And I know, that on the morrow I go to fight,
And we know, that on the morrow die we might,
And we'll all go down together, one for all and all for one,
When we awake tomorrow, to meet the risin' sun one last time.