Now is the time, now is the blessed moment
Now is the breath of life sent in turn to weather a gathering rime
Be bold and kind, farewell my old discontent
Just as the heavens consent to burn and turn cold days to fine
Now is the time, now is the blessed moment
Now is the breath of life sent in turn to weather a gathering rime
Be bold and kind, farewell my old discontent
Just as the heavens consent to burn and turn cold days to fine
City of souls flung by the breath of old lovers
Where death's cold dancer's heart was ne'er so very unkind
Farewell we sing dressed in the leavings of others
For guests shall plenty bring and turn cold days to fine
Now is the time, now is the blessed moment
Now is the breath of life sent in turn to weather a gathering rime
Be bold and kind, farewell my old discontent
Just as the heavens consent to burn and turn cold days to fine
"Happy and poor" is that more foolishness talking?
Will walking pieces half preserve your hearth in flame?
Scant seed in store brings feathered visitors flocking
To sing shall comfort bring for souls are made the same
Now is the time, now is the blessed moment
Now is the breath of life sent in turn to weather a gathering rime
Be bold and kind, farewell my old discontent
Just as the heavens consent to burn and turn cold days to fine
Sinners arise and turn your eyes to the waters
For Nature's mortal pool shall bathe all fools in brine
Be not denied when all sure-footedness falters
For Earth's uncertainties have turned our fields to wine
Now is the time, now is the blessed moment
City of souls flung by the breath of old lovers
Now is the breath of life sent in turn to weather a gathering rime
Where death's cold dancer's heart was ne'er so very unkind
Be bold and kind, farewell my old discontent
Farewell we sing dressed in the leavings of others
Just as the heavens consent to burn and turn cold days to fine
For guests shall plenty bring and turn cold days to fine
Now is the time, now is the blessed moment
City of souls flung by the breath of old lovers
Now is the breath of life sent in turn to weather a gathering rime
Where death's cold dancer's heart was ne'er so very unkind
Be bold and kind, farewell my old discontent
Farewell we sing dressed in the leavings of others
Just as the heavens consent to burn and turn cold days to fine
For guests shall plenty bring and turn cold days to fine