SONG
OF THE CENTURIES.
Of
the centuries
Listen
with me
To
the hush of the stone
And
the beat of the sea
And
the trumpet of buttercups
Down
by the pond
As
the centuries sing it along.
There
in the morning
The
world was a child
Singing
a lullaby
Gentle
and wild
In
the lilt of the stars
And
the sunbirth of song
Let
the centuries carry it on.
Of
the centuries
Listen
awhile
To
the sway of the ferns
And
the counterpoint style
Of
the descant of olive trees
Far
to the past
As
the centuries sing it at last.
There
is the earthchild
So
wilful and strong
Hear
the struggle for life
In
a protest of song
In
the roar of volcanos
And
hiss of the spume
Let
the centuries carry the tune.
Song
Of
the centuries
Restless
and bright
In
the shrill of the wind
And
the dark of the night
And
the cry of the sun rising
Over
the wheat
As
the centuries dance to the beat.
Here
is the world
Growing
bleak as the frost
Are
its children aware
That
the tempo is lost?
In
the cry of the gulls
And
the blood of the slain
Let
the centuries
Echo
with pain.
Song
Of
the centuries
Whisper
the words
In
the silence of earth
And
the hush of the birds
And
the tears of the sad
And
the blessing of rain
As
the centuries sing it again.
There
in the evening
The
wisdom may grow
As
the centuries come
And
the centuries go
In
the voice of the ages
The
melody’s clear
As
it’s echoing down through the years
Song
Of
the centuries
Sing
the reprise
To
the voice of the sky
And
the ruffling breeze
And
the hymn of the frogs
Chirping
down by the pond
As
the centuries sing it along.
Song of the Centuries
