The year has come and gone,
Will the later appear,
Better than the former?
I wish we could tell,
Shall I in silence go?
Like we could tell the morrow,
I wish we could tell.
Shall we in burdens of year go,
Into the morrow unseen?
I wish we could tell,
In pains or in laughter,
Today is mine,
Tomorrow I can't tell,
Oh I wish we could tell.
Let the burdens die,
Let the year go,
Amid her troubles,
Shall our little smiles,
Like a seed be buried?
And the sweet memories,
Like the vapour fading away,
Oh what hope lies ahead?
I wish we could tell.
Even in the means of war,
The horse is fearless,
Let the wind blow,
Let the storm come,
Let the tide rise,
Like the horse,
In the field of battle,
Cowering not in fear, I stand.
My smiles shall shine,
Like the new day sun,
It shall radiat into the morrow,
For my anchor is He,
Who only can tell the morrow,
Oh I wish you were here.
Dec 3, 2020
Dec 3, 2020 at 6:27 AM UTC
The year has come and gone,
Will the later appear,
Better than the former?
I wish we could tell,
Shall I in silence go?
Like we could tell the morrow,
I wish we could tell.
Shall we in burdens of year go,
Into the morrow unseen?
I wish we could tell,
In pains or in laughter,
Today is mine,
Tomorrow I can't tell,
Oh I wish we could tell.
Let the burdens die,
Let the year go,
Amid her troubles,
Shall our little smiles,
Like a seed be buried?
And the sweet memories,
Like the vapour fading away,
Oh what hope lies ahead?
I wish we could tell.
Even in the means of war,
The horse is fearless,
Let the wind blow,
Let the storm come,
Let the tide rise,
Like the horse,
In the field of battle,
Cowering not in fear, I stand.
My smiles shall shine,
Like the new day sun,
It shall radiat into the morrow,
For my anchor is He,
Who only can tell the morrow,
Oh I wish you were here.
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