#03085
The Dalai Lama's Candle (Eric Bogle)

I have a candle that was lit
from a candle which was lit,
From a candle lit by the Dalai Lama;
It was a present from a friend,
a long-haired follower of Zen,
Who uses words like "groovy", "cool" and "karma".
And though I've never met
that gentle priest from Tibet,
In the candlelight his courage seems to shimmer;
So I hope his small wee flame
will guide him home again,
And that one day his long exile will be over.

Now I have a photograph copied from a photograph,
From a photograph taken by my mother;
It's of me and my dad and it's the only one I have,
That shows the both of us together.
And I'm maybe nine or ten,
I'm not looking at the lens,
But at something far beyond the photo's borders;
While behind me my dad stands,
with his big work-roughened hands,
Resting lightly on my shoulders.

In my garden there's a rose
that's a cutting from a rose,
Planted many years ago by my grandmother;
It's called the Evening Star,
it's my favourite rose by far,
To me it has a fragrance like no other.
For it's scent, so sweet and clear,
takes me back down through the years,
When the story of my life was still unwritten;
And where, a blank and happy page,
safe and secure I played,
Amongst the roses in my grandmother's garden.

Deep inside me there's a soul
that was born from a soul,
Born from the souls of all that went before us;
It's a strong unbroken line
that stretches back through time,
My life a tiny beat of it's ancient chorus,
That reaches from the past to
take me gently in it's grasp,
And turn me to the new day that is dawning;
It sings deep inside of me,
for who I am and may yet be,
And of living of loving and belonging.

I have a candle that was lit
from a candle which was lit,
From a candle lit by the Dalai Lama;
It was a present from a friend,
a long-haired follower of Zen,
Who uses words like "groovy", "cool" and "karma".
And though I've never met
that gentle priest from Tibet,
In the candlelight his courage seems to shimmer;
So I hope his small wee flame
will guide him home again,
And that one day his long exile will be over.
Yes, I hope his small wee flame
will guide him home again,
And that one day his long exile will be over.

####.... © Eric Bogle 2002 ....####
Copyright Notice: Both Eric and his publisher would like you to have access to the lyrics of his songs for your own enjoyment but, should you wish to reproduce copies for any purpose, you should first seek permission from the publisher at the following address: - Larrikin Music Pty Limited - 4/30-32 Carrington Street, - Sydney, NSW, - Australia, 2000.

Recorded by Eric Bogle (Colour Of Dreams, trk#11, 2002 CD, Undercover Music, Australia); and (At This Stage - The Live Collection, trk#18, 2005 CD Greentrax Recordings Ltd, Cockenzie, East Lothian, Scotland, UK).

The lyrics above are from a live performance at Stonyfell Winery, Adelaide, Australia, (Eric Bogle: Live At Stonyfell Winery, trk#5, 2009 DVD, Greentrax Recordings Ltd, Cockenzie, East Lothian, Scotland, UK). This is Eric Bogle's first and (according to him) last DVD, and includes additional interview material.


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