Song

Oh journey-man, oh journey-man,

before this endless belt began

Its cruel revolutions, you and she

Naked in Eden shook the apple tree.

Oh soldier lad, oh soldier lad,

Before the soul of things turned bad,

She offered you so modestly

A shining apple from the tree.

Oh lonely wife, oh lonely wife,

Before your lover left this life

He took you in his gentle arms.

How trivial then were Life's alarms.

And though Death taps down every street

Familiar as the postman on his beat,

Remember this, remember this,

That Life has trembled in a kiss

From Gensis to Genesis,

And what's transfigured will live on

Long after Death has come and gone.