demise be no longer proud even though a few have known as thee

demise be no longer proud even though a few have known as thee

lovable is the 'an awful lot obliged'

Fair youth beneath the trees thou canst not leave

'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines

In what distant deeps or skies

Look on my works ye Mighty and give up'

In any case, thy everlasting summer will not blur

Furthermore, on the platform these words show up

That buoys on high o'er vales and slopes

turned my world around

turned my world around

With whizzing shuddering cracking tearing echoing

Though winning near the goal yet do not grieve

Loosing the worms of crime injustice and corruption

The redgrey bough and redashsilver stream

Will silent be and not a soul to tell

In the backwoods of the night

What frantic hobby What warfare to get away

I pick the mountain