On the roof of Saint Luke's
I want to stay there all night
You showed me how to climb up
And jump down on the other side
We went to a party
But I didn't feel wanted
You were a happening
Your crowd not disappointed
Forged in the fires
Lodged in the minds
The ones who made us
Are the ones who stayed behind
The little kings of the rare auld times
The little kings of the rare auld times
There was an autumn breeze
Through the farmhouse door
I watched you sing a song
You'd sung a hundred times before
Across familiar fields
I watched the fire fade
If there's a price to this
I don't want to see it paid
Forged in the fires
Lodged in the minds
The ones who made us
Are the ones who stayed behind
The little kings of the rare auld times
Little kings of the rare auld times
We stood by the fires
Waiting for a sign
Long after I left
A part of me had stayed behind
With the little kings of the rare auld times