When it all ends.
When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees,
And they did make no noise.
When the rays of sun did slowly touch the seas,
And they did make no poise.
It'll end.

When it all ends.
There will be no sound save for the chuckling of the ducks.
There will be no water was doing its best to overcome us.
It'll end.

When it all ends.
The taste of our butter will be no longer fresh.
The flow of our tale will be no longer in our heads.
It'll end.

When it all ends.