Texty: Ron Sexsmith. Former Glory.

Your eyes are burning low
As you look out on this morning
But your eyes will return
To their former glory

Though the cold North wind may blow
It's all sound and fury
And the summer will return
In it's former glory

Everything will be just like you remember
Today won't look as bad as it seemed
And though love's become a dying ember
It will burn brighter than you ever dreamed

For the day is coming soon
You don't have to worry
Your light will return
In it's former glory

Everything will be just like you remember
Today won't look as bad as it seemed
Though love's become a dying ember
It will burn brighter than you ever dreamed

For the day is coming soon
You don't have to worry
Your lights will return
In it's former glory

Your lights will return
The summer will return
Your hearts will rise again
In it's former glory