In all the years and pictures, In all the days and ways, There's always, living, what there was That set my life ablaze I cannot quite explain it, It lives within me still, And though it sometimes burns me, I'll never get My fill

In all the years and pictures, In all the days and ways, There's always, living, what there was That set my life ablaze I cannot quite explain it, It lives within me still, And though it sometimes burns me, I'll never get My fill