Refrain:   You, were my hope   Your hope was mine   Candles are low   For the last time   I don't want to look; when I do it saddens me   It saddens me so when I recall their first light   I don't want to turn back to then, for then I'll see   How quickly they lengthen in line and they multiply      (refrain)         Once I made a big cake for my father so long ago   For his 50th birthday one year, wouldn't you know   Like cassandra, I read him a chilling prophecy   I read him a poem, it was 'candles' and now I grieve      Spoken:   [days of our future stand before us   Like a row of little lighted candles   Golden, warm and lively little candles   The days gone by remain behind us   A mournful line of burnt-out candles   The nearest ones are still smoking   Cold candles, melted, and bent]   (from "candles" by cavafy)      I don't want to look when I do it saddens me   It saddens me so when I recall their first light   I don't want to turn back to then, for then I'll see   How quickly they lengthen in line, and they multiply.      (refrain)