I trimmed the wick through forty years
On cliffs where gulls and storm winds steer
Now mountains claim my keeper's gaze
Where snow falls white on ancient ways
Oil lamps fade but this beam holds
Steel and glass through biting cold
Stone remembers every hand
Light still guards this frozen land
Steady beam on frozen stone
Watchman's light burns on alone
Temple walls hold secrets deep
Snow falls soft where ancients sleep
Salt air gone for pine and ice
Trade the tower for this frozen height
Fingers numb on metal casing
Heart still knows the steady pacing
Oil lamps fade but this beam holds
Steel and glass through biting cold
Stone remembers every hand
Light still guards this frozen land
Steady beam on frozen stone
Watchman's light burns on alone
Temple walls hold secrets deep
Snow falls soft where ancients sleep
Carved faces stare through blinding white
Old gods watch the endless night
My thumb rests on the switch once more
One click cuts the dark to core
Steady beam on frozen stone
Watchman's light burns on alone
Temple walls hold secrets deep
Snow falls soft where ancients sleep
Dawn paints gold on weathered gray
Beam grows thin with coming day
Yet I'll return when shadows stretch
To wake the light the ancients kept
Steady beam on frozen stone
Watchman's light burns on alone
Temple walls hold secrets deep
Snow falls soft where ancients sleep
Log book closed and lens put by
Forty years of sea and sky
Retired now but still I keep
This vigil where the old gods sleep
Steady beam on frozen stone
Watchman's light burns on alone
Temple walls hold secrets deep
Snow falls soft where ancients sleep
Steady beam on frozen stone
Watchman's light burns on alone
Light keeps watch on frozen stone
