From Father to Son
Flickering flames
Twirling smoke in midnight sky
Crackling twigs
Send red fire flies heaven-ward
The old and the new
From Father to son
The baton is passed
In sacred conference
By fire light
Under heavens watchful eyes
Its been ordained
Its been told
The blood line was preserved
Predestined for the now era
For you to be
To finish the race
Ho can’t you hear young one
Your fore fathers they cheer you on
Seated in heavens audience
In that majestic mansion in the sky
Finish the race young one...
Finish the race...
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