The sun isn't shining
But I see the day
When the fire starts dying
She makes it stay
Glorious moonlight reflects my joy
The coming of my Lord
My little boy
Sickness or health
It's all the same
Love changes with the seasons
In a relative way
Little do I know what lies ahead
The New Testament
extinguishes all dread
Clear vision leads me
On a narrow path I seek
Pertinent precision
The future, never bleak