In this life, candor some day,
On the road which has something to say,
We’ll meet again, again we’ll fay...
In this world, of death and decay,
We’ll wallow, together every way,

Let the world bang any bong,
Let the time sing any song,
Let the life make us long,
We’ll be there brio on byway,
Sempiternal our hum, we’ll play.

Whether Gods make yon all our stance,
Whether heavens wail all our chance,
Whether skies shower glum in our glance,
Love and spirit and every pray,
Will help us to keep ’em at bay.

Silence eerily can make us dormant,
But we’ll rise every time more vibrant.
With any ray of hope, however crescent,
On the road which has something to say,
We’ll meet again, again we’ll fay...