There's a song that they sing
For the dead and for the living
This one's for you whoever you be

When the moon turns to gold
And the sun turns to grey
We all join in song on a cold winter's day

To the ghost of [John Lee], we ask your forgiveness
Such an untimely death with his lady and child

A caster of spells, John Lee gave his name
To help rid the land of the king's evil queen
His reward for the task is the song that I'm singing
For they killed him at dusk, a political must

Going home, I found the reason why I left here
Nothing's changed for so long, so say goodbyе
Going home, I found the reason why I lеft here
I found, nothing's changed for so long, going home
Nothing changed
Going home, I found the reason why I left here
Nothing's changed for so long, so say goodbye