Time

How beautiful the day, now comes the sun to tell another story

how green the grass does lay, bowing to the king in all his glory

Time flies on its predestined way, an old man now bent and hoary

 

Blessed be the night, that so softly descends

stars that shine so bright, as its journey wends

how quickly its flight, it seems that time it bends

 

I hear the breeze blow, on it's wings I'm pinned

The seasons come and go, flying like leaves in the wind

new life, heat, then snow, in my shadow I ask have I sinned?