Weld arc,
Your bold beams glow bright as sunlit skies
In a shaded hood I shield my eyes
Brief is the life span of your spark
Fading to embers in the dark..

Weld arc,
Gas ignited from a flint rock scratch
Melted metals, form a molten patch
Flaring the summer night, then gone
Like the moon grows dim at dawn

And all your brilliant spray,
Passes quickly, sinks, and falls away
Particles return to dust, growing cooler soon
Upward streams send smoky highways to the moon

Oh, weld arc, in your glow,
Ghost visions..magic things
Soaring eagles, high, with fiery wings
They re-illuminate my life;
In this trunk's my wife..

Yes, in this trunk's my wife..
She's in there, sealed in there,
Sealed in there,
Weld arc....Weld arc...Weld arc..