Let me go where I will

I hear a sky born music still

Its sound from all things old

Its sound from all things young



From all that's fair

From all that's dark

Peals out an Everlasting song



Not only in the rose

It is not only in the bird

Not only rainbow glows 

Nor in its music heard



But in the dark and cold of things

There always, always something sings



From all that's fair

From all that's dark

Peals out an Everlasting song



Tis not in stars I look

Nor in the bloom of spring born flowers

Nor in the robins song

Nor in the glint of showers



But in the dark and cold of things

There always, always something sings

But in the dark and cold of things

There always, always something sings



There always something sings