When you close your eyes
There's a frightened pride that lives for you
That you mother's lifeand your father's eyes can't hide
You had no choice
Didn't ask the dice to fall for you
Still your courage comes like thunder through the skies. So you carry time
Down the tortured line Where mysteries show.
Well hidden from life's learned and life's wise.
Man's useles ways And worthless conversationlie well exposed and humbled in your smile Always the winner, The victor and the giver.
Somewhere through that winteryou'll never be alone.
For evermore the winner
The taker and the giver.
Somewhere through that winter You will not grow old. Still you run out in the morning
With the boys and the girls
The miracle of innocence On a head of courls.
We'll search every reason
Wherever we roamto find a place for these broken hearts and bones. We'll keep a fire on the hillsides
After the summer's gone
And we'll wait here
Till the war-wounded come home.