Let’s go, Tom.
The weather’s here but you are strong.
The wax tears on your raincoat come
from candles when we walked in song.
Oh, you’ll never lose that light,
oh, you’ll never lose that light
though so much is gone.

You are my friend,
though words will fail me here again.
The sacraments will lift us.
And we set out in the day again.
Oh, you’ll never lose that light,
oh, you’ll never lose that light
Though so much is gone.

And you’re standing up
and it is coming down,
standing up and it is coming down,
standing up and it is coming down to you,
dear Tom.
Oh, you’ll never lose that light,
oh, you’ll never lose that light
though so much is gone.