Some say the world ends in fire and some say it ends in ice

But I know it ends happily ever after with cinnamon sugar and spice

No city ever stood for time without facing barbarous conquest

But kisses that soothe and honey that mends sets a clawed beast to rest

When the floods beckon and volcanos erupt and the hills themselves will tremble

A humble cleric on bended knee offering worship rescues and then some

A land where cherries picked in the dawnrich light of summer’s first tomorrow

Are but a finger’s tipple of sailor’s delight which releases woman’s sorrow

Some say the world ends in ice and some say it ends in fire

I say it ends in the arms of my true love under a spell of rich desire