I'll make the most of my time left to spend, 1
For a call from the tower of silence cries,
"You too into dust will surely descend,
For dust unto dust… and under dust we all lie".
Of today and tomorrow, I do not care, 5
For in me truth's furnace has surely burned
A belief that worth lies ne'er here nor there,
'Less of you time's records are e'er concerned.
Now there's one fact of fate to which I cling 9
That the bird of time hasn't far to fly
and now, while she is swiftly a-wing,
viewing our toils through the lens of the sky
We all towards the inevitable rush,
to depart from life's bright day into dusk. 14