Sing a song from time before
A song from once upon
Sing of the days that made you sing
A song for all æon
Sing of love and peace and birth
Sing of blood and war
Sing of Was
— Oh! What there was!
Of all that were, now yore
But ne’er forget now tumbles on
The river refuse’ to sleep
And to spite winter’s insistent drum
The Farmer, He must reap
Let not your feet rest long aside
Your path laid out before
Let not your hands rest idle by
Your pen on the page’s shore
Onward, man! Onward!
Forever will not wait for you
Onward, man! Onward!
All that’s old was new
Onward, man! Onward!
Out there you’ll find the True
Onward, man! Onward!
Out there you will find You
Onward, man! Onward!