We are the music makers
We are the dreamers of dreans
Wandering by lone sea breakers
And sitting by desolate streams
We are the story-writers
We are the tellers of themes
Greeting the sun
As it grows brighter
Pushing back day
To see what it means
We are the movers and shakers
Of the world, forever, it seems
We are the picture painters
We are the see-ers of scenes
Greeting the night
As day grows fainter
Stretching out life
'till it strains at the seams
For each age is dream that is dying
Or one that is coming to brith