If you hold out for me a candle; then I might find my way;
               
Then forswear ever to gamble; my future again someday;
                 
And if the dew remains in the meadows; and your heart did ever I stir;
               
You may guide me from these shadows; that ye may lead me through this world;
                  

and the rainbows go on forever;
            
And the piper, who calls the new day;
 
beckons that ye shall follow;

Along your troubled way;


if my life could be but merry; all my nights and all my days;
            
I could be to others a candle; and help them come what may;
         
as the mist surrounds the mountains; so shall my heart unknown;

hold you in safe harbor; never more to hunt alone;
        

If I could but speak in riddles;
                   
carve magic circles, speak in tongues;
              
 I should never be forgiven;
      
had not I your honor won;
            
 and the piper calls the new day; the piper calls the sun;
     
oh, piper call the new day; gather everyone;