In the heart of the night there burns
the campfire’s flame,
yet darkness closes in
upon the group.
Rise, O fire, leap now,
sing now for the group,
and the hot flame will take wing
with the voice of song.
Friendship’s flame shines here
in the darkness that has no end;
even if small, it prevails
over the blackness of the onrushing night.
In the heart of the night there burns...
Tomorrow a new day will dawn,
and the embers will quietly go out,
but the wind will still tell
a story about a group.
In the heart of the night there burns...
