"Come close, you weary sons and daughters, Listen plain and listen true:" Every road runs toward its ending, Every breath is borrowed, too. (Look around)—see fields gone colorless, Leaves gone thin, the vines turned brown; Life slips out of root and marrow, Teaching what the seasons found. [BREAK] [GHOSTLY]When the autumn storms come climbing, Tall trees bow without a word; All of nature leans and listens, Hearing laws we’ve always heard. Mountains speak without a speaker, Skies repeat what came before: All that blooms must fade to nothing, All that lives must live no more. [CHORUS] (whisper) Every breath is borrowed, too. [INTERLUDE] [KEY CHANGE TO MAJOR] Now my own day’s light is thinning, Soon it sets beyond my sight; (Yet I carry, calm and quiet,) Faith in some remaining light. So be still—no shaking, fearing, Death will crack the heavy gloom; (Like a bird my soul will wander,) Passing cleanly through the tomb. [OUTRO] "Come close, you weary sons and daughters, Listen plain and listen true:"
