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In the window sits the candle

burning brightly in the night

and that candle will stay lighted

till the early morning light

Many years ago he ask her

keep the candle burning, hon

and whenere I'm lost or lonely

I can find my way back home

For he was a traveling preacher

and he preached the Word of God

and he read the words of Jesus

as he traveled oer this sod

his old black coat was tattered

it had seen it's better day

and his bible he kept open

for he read along the way

And when he left on Sunday morning's

he'd say, this afternoon I will return

but if perchance I get in late

just let the candle burn

so she'd sit it in the window

a special candle, snowy white

and she'd keep it always burning

till she saw him in it's light

Oh he was her most beloved

she had known him all her life

and she was so proud and honored

when she was ask to be his wife

and many years they'd been together

through the good times and the bad

for God had never given them children

which made them both so sad

and each time he went away to preach

be it for a week or just a day

she would light the brightest candle

so coming home, he'd find his way'

so the years just rolled on swiftly

bringing joy into their lives

and happy days rolled into fruitful years

for the preacher and his wife

But sometime's the path goes very dark

within this world of sin

so she kept his world well lighted

for her love had always been

and so as he mounted up his old faithful horse

said he'd be gone a day or two

and in his mind, he thought

that he'd buy her that piece of special cloth

that she'd admired

for she waned it, he knew

but as he traveled down that dusty road

singing an old church song

some one shot him in the back

as he slowly rode along

Now for the last time he had gone away

and this time he'll not return

so that candles is kept burning

and she cried with much concern

And now this lady dressed in black

keeps the candle burning bright

to light his way back home to heaven

in the darkness of the night

and his old and worn out bible

with hte verses underlined in red

she keep's open on the table

so she can read the things he'd said

now a snowy candle, always lighted

in the window sits alone

to help his spirit now departed

find the right pathway back home