First Breath — Richard Thompson

Let's love What's left Last Dance First Breath

New friends Hard won Old hearts Shine on

The frost is cruel And fades the sign On that little place That I call mine

Let's love What's left Like new born First breath

Old stars New shine Old cup New wine

Sun rise Moon glow Someday We'll know

Inch by inch Word by word The lock is sprung That caged the bird

Let's love What's left Last dance First breath