We carried dreams unspoken outside our bed posts
the world was marching on, while we danced one more song

So many long years, we loved & longed here
And now seem fit to rise above
Something sacred is going on here
And I can't help but feel the love

Victorious. My love we victorious. Low and behold, the revelry day has come. My love, victorious.

Maybe money bought them all they dream, but we had to bank on hope
Pockets worn and torn and empty, but our pores they overflow

So many long years, we scratched and clawed dear
and now seem fit to rise above
So long we waited, but now it's ours dear
I can't help but feel the love

Victorious. My love we victorious. Low and behold, the revelry day has come. My love we victorious.

So many, many stones that we turn up-ended
So many, many means that bleed without an ending
We never, never wavered, no we did not wake
Just dreamed and dreamed and dreamed until it ached

You saw me hopelessly
Not a romantic in the least
But you believed for me
When I could only muster half a man you stood and sang

Victorious. My love we victorious. Low and behold, the revelry day has come. My love we victorious.
Victorious. My love we victorious. Low and behold, the revelry day has come. My love we victorious.