Songs are sung , the spell is cast .
You are young and mine at last .
The world will turn , you shall see .
The snow will burn and the free .

     Find the sun if you can .
   Will they know we exist
     Or will there be any
   To know at all ?  When we come back
     If we do leave at all .
   Will we cry and kiss the soil
     Or will they forbid us entrance ?
   If they do forbid our coming ,
     I fear they do know who we are
   And once again we'll seek a star ;
On which we'll place our weary flesh .
New time and space and skies afresh .

The hats are hung ; atomic blasts .
Where our young arise in flasks .
Our worlds will turn , you shall soon see .
We're sure to learn or we'll not be .