When time shall slip its cog in place And spin its line of lovely lace Then love and peace come face to face One of these days When sorrow can nowhere be found And greed shall lay its weapons down And hate give up without a sound One of these days When love by tender instrument Through circumstance and incident Shall peace and joy again invent One of these days To see this from within the soul We must be patient and consoled To know the joy that's ours to hold One of these days And so with earnest inward eyes We man the post where duty lies And seek to win the precious prize One of these days One of these days...