Wake the Dead
Lay her down
Pale as the autumn moon
Light the candles in the upstairs room
Where she walked
In a night blacker than bombazine
Remember her only as she was
When you were the spectral groom
And she the bride beside the tomb
We'll rise tonight, forever
Rise, together
They never sleep
They only keep on burning
In hell, it's said
The fires are fed
With yearning, yet
We'll wake the dead
Wake the dead
Wake the dead
Wake the dead
Wake the dead
When the clocks go back, we'll meet again
Where the fingers of the winter trees touch the sun
With the ether thin between our worlds
And as we end, so we are begun
Like ships
Thrown around in gales
With the ragged clouds
For their tattered sails
We'll rise tonight, forever
Rise, together
They never sleep
They only keep on burning
In hell, it's said
The fires are fed
With yearning, yet
We'll wake the dead
Tonight, forever
Rise, together
They never sleep
They only keep on burning
In hell, it's said
The fires are fed
With yearning, yet
We'll wake the dead
They never sleep
They only keep on burning
In hell, it's said
The fires are fed
With yearning, yet
We'll wake the dead
Pale as the autumn moon
Light the candles in the upstairs room
Where she walked
In a night blacker than bombazine
Remember her only as she was
When you were the spectral groom
And she the bride beside the tomb
We'll rise tonight, forever
Rise, together
They never sleep
They only keep on burning
In hell, it's said
The fires are fed
With yearning, yet
We'll wake the dead
Wake the dead
Wake the dead
Wake the dead
Wake the dead
When the clocks go back, we'll meet again
Where the fingers of the winter trees touch the sun
With the ether thin between our worlds
And as we end, so we are begun
Like ships
Thrown around in gales
With the ragged clouds
For their tattered sails
We'll rise tonight, forever
Rise, together
They never sleep
They only keep on burning
In hell, it's said
The fires are fed
With yearning, yet
We'll wake the dead
Tonight, forever
Rise, together
They never sleep
They only keep on burning
In hell, it's said
The fires are fed
With yearning, yet
We'll wake the dead
They never sleep
They only keep on burning
In hell, it's said
The fires are fed
With yearning, yet
We'll wake the dead
Credits
Writer(s): Martin Newell, Raymond Ian Burns
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