Chorus: Won't you hold my hand at the end of the day? The stars will all come out as the light fades away. And we'll sit by the fire and we'll sing and we'll play. Won't you hold my hand at the end of the day? There's nothing better than singing a song. All your compadres singing along. Watching the moon rising up in the sky. With the heavens about and your friends by your side.
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If you listen, you might hear the hoot of an owl. While off in the distance, coyotes will howl. But tell all your ghost stories and try not to fear. I know it won't scare me if I have you right there.