Of cause a day will come, when none have sung,
Or have new songs to sing, it's only natural
We should try reach above them heights once rung.
Let us not wait therefor on an angel
Let us not wait for that silence to befall
It is within each breast filled to burst
'Untold reaches, elevations' at nightfall.
To alight on them boughs of heaven versed.
Thus, to wring-out; from our hearts, morning dew.
The suns that shone; our whole lives through golden
To toss aside all dross… and here say, adieu…
When all life's been spent forfeited and done!
It's now time for you and me to find our song
A cradle-song, sung for all times, livelong.
Livelong, for all times sung our cradle-song!
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