When will the stream be aweary of flowing
Under my eye?
When will the wind be aweary of blowing
Over the sky?
When will the clouds be aweary of fleeting?
When will the heart be aweary of beating?
And nature die?
Never, O, never, nothing will die
The stream flows
The wind blows
The cloud fleets
The heart beats
Nothing will die
Nothing will die
All things will change
Thro' eternity
'Tis the world's winter
Autumn and summer
Are gone long ago
Earth is dry to the centre
But spring, a new comer
A spring rich and strange
Shall make the wind blow
Round and round
Thro' and thro'
Here and there
Till the air
And the ground
Shall be fill'd with life anew
The world was never made
It will change, but it will not fade
So let the wind range
For even and morn
Ever will be
Thro' eternity
Nothing was born
Nothing will die
All things will change