They say the snow came early that winter, that year.
A little foundling child on the Sister’s stairs.
But don’t pity me, I’m the lucky one:
Oh, can’t you see, that’s where songs come from.
That’s where songs come from; that’s where steel is forged,
For it’s in the fire that the blade is born.
I’a sole survivor, I’m a fatherless son,
But that’s ok, that’s where songs come from.
I’ve got more scars an’ bruises than any boy should,
At the hands of a man: said it was for my own good.
But that ain’t nothin’ like the damage you’ve done:
Yeah, you broke my heart, but that’s where songs come from.
That’s where songs come from; that’s where steel is forged,
For it’s in the fire that the blade is born.
I’a sole survivor, I’m a fatherless son,
But that’s ok, that’s where songs come from.
Instrumental Break.
That’s where songs come from; that’s where steel is forged,
For it’s in the fire that the blade is born.
I’a sole survivor, I’m a fatherless son,
But that’s ok, that’s where songs come from.
Yeah, that’s ok, that’s where songs come from.
Instrumental close.
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