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To loyalty and kinship
To those who made their move
And battled through the circle
Winking knowingly at fools

To those who dare to differ
Crossed the valley gold and red
Stretching far into the cities
Flush with swollen hearts not heads

And in a stranger’s eyes
My thoughts they turn to home
Reaching back to where
The candlelight is born
Well I’m grateful

Good luck, he thinks he’s winning
But he’s losing every day
Punching thin air, wild and blindly
His reflection, his dismay

Don’t believe in all he tells you
Just believe in what you see
In the green hills, in hushed forests
Cultivating, all to share

And in a stranger’s eyes
My thoughts they turn to home
Reaching back to where
The candlelight is born
Well I’m grateful

And in a stranger’s eyes
My thoughts they turn to home
Reaching back to where
The candlelight is born
Well I’m grateful