From Mount Olympus came the flame.
Lit by ther Suns natural rays.
To our small and green island came.
Bringing us Summer days.
Every fourth Greek year, an Olympiad.
A celebratioin of Godlike accomplishment.
Came to the land of the plaid.
Also their ascent to Olympian acclaiment.
The flaming torch to light the way.
Carried by 8,000 bearers; over as many a mile.
By night and day it shows the way.
The flame never to extinguish over the mile.
Passing through Pyle: the flame is bourne.
Stopping at every mile - to light a new torch.
The torch to withstand high winds is born.
Illuminating every corner niche.