He hides beneath the red clay floor
Where Boston opens up a door
The brick is cold and damp and deep
While all the city people sleep
Oh hold the beam above the bay
To keep the lonely ships away
One golden spark in autumn haze
To guide them through the salty maze
He speaks to moss in Latin tongue
Where ancient ivy vines have clung
Bryophyta in the dark
He tends the small and emerald spark
Oh hold the beam above the bay
To keep the lonely ships away
One golden spark in autumn haze
To guide them through the salty maze
The sidewalk hums a heavy beat
Above the shelter of his seat
He reads the soil and feels the loam
Inside this hollow brick-built home
The wind pulls hard on every leaf
The autumn season is too brief
He climbs the ladder to the peak
Until the iron hinges creak
He sees the harbor turn to gray
As summer colors fade away
He polishes the heavy glass
And watches all the sailors pass
Oh hold the beam above the bay
To keep the lonely ships away
One golden spark in autumn haze
To guide them through the salty maze
He plants a seed in sandy grit
Where old colonial torches lit
The root will hold the tower tight
Throughout the winter's frozen night
Oh hold the beam above the bay
To keep the lonely ships away
One golden spark in autumn haze
To guide them through the salty maze
Keep the light, keep the light
Burn it gold, burn it bright!
