Verse 1: When all the world is young, lad, And all the trees are green; And every goose a swan, lad, And every lass a queen; Then hey for boot and horse, lad, And round the world away! Young blood must have its course, lad, And every dog his day. Chorus: Run while the morning’s bright, Heart set hard on the open sky, Let the wild wind pull you on, Don’t let the fire die. Raise your voice, don’t be afraid, Let the whole world hear you say— Young blood must have its course, lad, And every dog his day. Verse 2: When all the world is old, lad, And all the trees are brown; And all the sport is stale, lad, And all the wheels run down; Creep home, and take your place there, The spent and maimed among; God grant you find one face there, You loved when all was young. Bridge: And when the miles weigh heavy, And the songs are hard to sing, May the echo of your younger heart Still rise in everything. Through the dust of all your days, Through the dark and through the gray, Hold fast to what you loved, lad, When the world was young and green. Final Chorus: Run while the morning’s bright, Heart set hard on the open sky, Let the wild wind pull you on, Don’t let the fire die. Raise your voice, don’t be afraid, Let the whole world hear you say— Young blood must have its course, lad, And every dog his day.