When the night has gone
It makes way for a brand new dawn
When Forehead is blessed
and talk of death is said in jest
I am your son
Carrying on after your gone
I am your son
The only one
I am your son
Carrying on after your gone
And this son will always shine on
When the wise oak
Comes to fall
The next life waits
And spirits call
I am your son
Carrying on after your gone
And I will bare son
So that after I’m gone
He will stay on
And our son will always shine on
The sun will always shine on.