Light

They said that I was a heathen

A leper and Luddite

There once was a time I believed them

Now I’m clothed in golden light

Light - Light

Won’t let the crones come down on me

They fled to their holds and their havens

With their lovers gold and wines

And left me to my own devices

In the glow of golden light

Light – Light - Light

Won’t let the crones come down on me

When you the rot the night away - the pain is dull

Take the sullen pride away - what’s left is null

Will you find another way around the sun?

Live to die another day by writ or gun?