One day we will look back when we were young|When the fire burned so bright without our stoking it|And we will set the fire anew because we choose to|I will feed the fire, my love, because I choose you||One day when morning frost is on my head|When our joints are stiff with age and all our leaves turn red|And we will set the fire anew because we choose to|I will feed the fire, my love, because I choose you||When the baby with the bow and arrows gets bored|We will not turn away like oh, so many who came before|We will collect his arrows, we will keep them in a drawer|And I will kiss you darling|We don't need them anymore||When our children all have children of their own|And we're closing on the second number set in stone|And we will set the fire anew because we choose to|I will feed the fire, my love, because I choose you