(Grand church bells, rising violins, wind blowing)

Ra-ra-ra, ra-ra-ra...

Ra-ra-ra-ra, raaaa...

Ra-ra-ra, ra-ra-ra...

Ra-ra-ra-ra, raaaa...

​[Verse 1 - Grandfather - Deep, gravelly, weathered voice]

Do you see the dust on that old shelf, my dear?

It’s the road we took, now faded through the years.

We used to steal the horses and the time,

When the world was wild, and you were mine.

(Short, heavy breath)

I remember every step you took on this dry ground.

​[Verse 2 - Grandmother - Fragile, thin singing voice]

There was no gold in the rivers, like they said,

Just the silver in our hair and the stars overhead.

But your eyes, they kept me warm through the storm,

In the hollow of the night, before the day was born.

Ra-ra-ra... I can still feel the wind...

​[Chorus - Duo - Powerful, emotional harmony]

For we ran to the place where the horizon breaks,

With nothing but our hands and the hearts that ache!

Now the echo plays our ancient melody,

Before the sun sinks down into the sea!

​[Bridge - Grandmother humming / Grandfather whispering]

(Grandmother: Ra-ra-ra-raaaa...)

(Grandfather): Can you hear it? The old world is calling.

(Grandmother: Ra-ra-ra-raaaa...)

(Grandfather): One last dance, my love, before the shadows fall.

(Grandmother): One last time...

​[Guitar Solo - Epic, distorted "Metallica-style" bluesy solo]

​[Verse 3 - Grandfather - Weary, soft voice]

The clocks have stopped, but here we stand,

Watching the light fade across the land.

Don’t fear the dark, I’m holding you tight,

We’ll cross that river in the pale moonlight.

​[Outro]

Ra-ra-ra, ra-ra-ra...

Ra-ra-ra-ra, raaaa...

The gold was always you... only you.