Текст песни
The fire's burning low tonight
The sparks have found their final arc
We sang the sun across the sky
Now let us sing it to the dark
The drums are packed, the bells are still
The ash is warm beneath our feet
We didn't plan to stay this long
But every voice made leaving sweet
Bonfire choir, bonfire choir
We are the last ones at the flame
The night receives what we require
A song that doesn't need a name
I count the quarter by its songs
Each Wednesday and each Sunday bled
Into a shape I didn't plan
A path I walked instead of read
The fire knows what I have built
The smoke has carried every sound
It doesn't matter where it goes
It mattered that the voice was found
Bonfire choir, bonfire choir
We are the last ones at the flame
The night receives what we require
A song that doesn't need a name
The coals will hold till morning comes
And someone else will find the ring
We leave our warmth inside the stones
The next fire starts where this one sings
Bonfire choir, bonfire choir
We are the last ones at the flame
The night has what we gave the fire
A song that doesn't need a name
