Candle In The Window sing and play along

Hurry through the night,

past the shuttered houses towards a solitary light

that burning in a window near a figure in a chair,

always sitting there,

quiet as a prayer.

Does he close his eyes,

weary with the weight of being suddenly so wise?

that Tired of the demons he must sit up there and fight,

deep into the night,

quiet as a prayer.

praying that he's right.

Ev'ry evening I can see his shadow on the shade,

and I don't feel so alone or so afraid.

There's a candle in the window ev'ry night,

reflecting all our hopes and dreams,

or so it seems to me,

as I look up to see that candle in the window ev'ry night.

Burning like the yearning to be free,

far away and dim,

kept alive by him.

Hurry through the night

towards a solitary light.