I can now see how it grows Somewhere out there, out of a fear I can now see how it's sown Sung by men down and in need How the worn are won Blinded by their desperation To find a way out Of a bitter life's vocation When the summer ends Will we have spent our innocence? Some say in the hour that men are born, the child is lost Could we try to agree that it's not in our nature to be unloved? Even when in the end that we harden in sadness for those we've lost All the sorrow will not stand to last or stay our feet Oh no, we cannot be With this clamor all around here Oh no we cannot leave When this ends in a melee