Walking down the city streets one bitter Winter night,

By a tiny fire, I saw a poor man looking up at me.

I asked, "What is there that I can do to help you on your way?"

In a tired and lonely voice, he said to me,

Chorus:

"Light the torch a little bit brighter, make the world a little bit lighter,

Give the world a little more laughter, on your way. We must keep

Building the world a little bit stronger, keep our faith a little bit longer,

Keep on fighting for a better day."

Pained and disillusioned, I went on about my way.

Trav'ling all around the country, I saw things that frightened me:

Broken forests, barren farmlands, angry people everywhere

And I understood what he had said to me.

Chorus

Now each time I see a wrong, I try to make it right,

For I know I must return to Her what She has given me.

So when people come and ask of me what I once asked of him,

I just tell them what the poor man said to me:

Chorus (twice)

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