[Intro - Instrumental] [Verse 1] Cold wind whispers through the square tonight, Footsteps echo in the lantern light. Stories drift like smoke above the stone, Of plots once whispered, never overthrown. The clock strikes slow, the shadows grow, Old England’s tale begins to glow. Voices rise where fires remember, A night that lives in dark November. [Chorus] Remember the sparks in the midnight air, Remember the warning carried in prayer, Remember the bells that started to sing, And the voices that cried for the fate of a king. (Oh, remember!) [Verse 2] Down below where the cellars sleep, Secrets once were buried deep. Barrels stacked in silent rows, Waiting for a fate no one yet knows. A lantern glows in hidden hands, A trembling match where the darkness stands. But history turned with watchful eyes, And thunder faded before the skies. [Pre-Chorus] From the depths where the plot was laid, A spark that almost set the blaze. [Chorus] Remember the sparks in the midnight air, Remember the warning carried in prayer, Remember the bells that started to sing, And the voices that cried for the fate of a king. (Oh, remember!) [Bridge - Spoken / Quoted Tradition] Remember, remember, the 5th of November, Gunpowder, treason and plot. I see no reason Why gunpowder treason Should ever be forgot. Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, 'twas his intent To blow up the King and the Parliament. Three score barrels of powder below, Poor old England to overthrow. By God's providence he was catch'd With a dark lantern and burning match. Holler boys, holler boys, let the bells ring, Holler boys, holler boys, God save the King! [guitar riff build] [Verse 3] So the bells rang loud across the land, Torchlight glowing hand in hand. Ash and ember, smoke and flame, History etched a lasting name. From whispered plots to bonfire light, From hidden cellars to open night. The past still walks when fires remember, The echoes of the fifth of November. [Final Chorus] Remember the sparks in the midnight air, Remember the warning carried in prayer, Remember the bells that started to sing, And the voices that cried for the fate of a king. (Gang vocals: Remember, remember!) [Outro] So raise the flame when nights grow colder, Let memory burn a little bolder. For through the smoke and glowing ember, The world still remembers November. [fiddle fade out]
