Night falls fast at close of our year.
In Spring's bright morning, we don't fear
the cold night at the end of day.
None consider, dancing in May;
though not thought of, night is soon here.
'Neath Summer's blue sky, it seems clear
that winter's grip is nowhere near.
Yet while the heedless sing and play,
night falls fast.
When Autumn comes, the light is dear
to those who see time's glinting shear.
The year faster still slips away
as we mourn the shortening day.
Still it hastens with ev'ry tear,
night falls fast.
In Spring's bright morning, we don't fear
the cold night at the end of day.
None consider, dancing in May;
though not thought of, night is soon here.
'Neath Summer's blue sky, it seems clear
that winter's grip is nowhere near.
Yet while the heedless sing and play,
night falls fast.
When Autumn comes, the light is dear
to those who see time's glinting shear.
The year faster still slips away
as we mourn the shortening day.
Still it hastens with ev'ry tear,
night falls fast.
