Seventeen candles stood proud and alone
Their flames gave off a soft, warm glow
Then came the fire thief in the dead of night
And extinguished forever their soft, warm light
The lawmen came to put the thief's neck in the noose
But instead, lesser cooked was the thief's goose
in the jailhouse, he stirred up trouble left and right
But they're soon to catch up and he's soon to bid the world good night.
Today we remember those candles who lost their flames
Never to be set alight again
Drifting among the winds, their wax now of pearl white hue
They left behind hearts a deep shade of blue.