When I meet the morning beam 

Or lay me down at night to dream

I hear my bones within me say 

Another night, another day 



The man of flesh and soul be slain 

And the man of bone remain 



These today are proud in power 

And lord it in their little hour 

The immortal bones obey control 

Of dying flesh and dying soul

The immortal bones obey control 

Of dying flesh and dying soul



'This long till eve and morn are gone

Slow the endless night comes on 

And late to fullness growns the birth 

That shall last as long as earth 



These today are proud in power 

And lord it in their little hour 

The immortal bones obey control 

Of dying flesh and dying soul



These today are proud in power 

And lord it in their little hour 

The immortal bones obey control 

Of dying flesh and dying soul



Wanderers eastward, wanderers west, 

Know you why you cannot rest 

'Tis that every mother's son 

Travails with a skeleton 



When shall this slough of sense be cast, 

This dust of thoughts be laid at last

Bring the eternal seed to light 

And morn is all the same as night 



Rest you so from trouble sore, 

Fear the heat o' the son no more 

Nor the snowing winter wild 

Now you labour not with child 



Empty vessel, garment cast 

We that wore you long shall last 

Another night, another day 

So my bones within me say