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 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
