When you feel it's hopeless
When you think that you lost, oh
I will take your hand and
We'll rise up from the dust, oh
I like the flowers
I like the daffodils
I like the mountains
I like the rolling hills
I like the fireside
When the lights are low
Boom de-ahh-da
Boom de-ahh-da
Boom de-ahh-da
Boom de-ahh-da