I sit and wonder why man and plan should go asunder.....
Why tears of pain cry in vain?
To wipe the debt of breath and dread,
That we grow old and suffer death?
To live a life of fame and pain
We walk each step once again
Until we learn the righteous way .
We grow old with wizened hands;
To grip our way on this dear land,
That prophets fall and poets talk
Let us walk a while on lesion paths.....
All dug and paved by righteous hands.
That we may meet in pastures new,
All paved with gold where prophets go.
No pain or stride or workers pride.
The joys of Spring for all to sing....
To hold our hands in payers we bring
Solemn vows, as martyrs bow.....
This land I bring that you may sing;
So may you rest your weary soul
On sweetened grass where angels pass,
Mellow streets all paved with treats.
So sleep my friend just for a while........
As I close your eyes that you may sigh.
That we may meet on upon dream........
By solemn vows and the purest sounds.