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 .
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 12:23 AM UTC
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 .
From . ' The HodgePodge Assumptions '.
by sparX Kuijper © 1983
