The green pine burns under the pane of glass
Held by the steady hands of youth
The fire crackles slowly now
And the sun still shines through
To the eyes below that pane of glass
The sun still holds its luster
The green pine burns under the pane of glass
Held by hands that shake so slightly
The fire breathes more smoke now
Through a tint the sun shines through
To the eyes below that pane of glass
The sun holds a faded luster
The green pine burns under the pane of glass
Held by hands aged and trembling
The fire belches smoke now
The glass now casts a shadow
To the eyes below that pane of glass
The sun has lost its luster