Let me go where I will
I hear a sky born music still
Its sound from all things old
Its sound from all things young

From all that’s fair
From all that’s dark
Peals out an Everlasting song

Not only in the rose
It is not only in the bird
Not only rainbow glows
Nor in its music heard

But in the dark and cold of things
There always, always something sings

From all that’s fair
From all that’s dark
Peals out an Everlasting song

Tis not in stars I look
Nor in the bloom of spring born flowers
Nor in the robins song
Nor in the glint of showers

But in the dark and cold of things
There always, always something sings
But in the dark and cold of things
There always, always something sings

There always something sings