Would you dispel it
O sunshine of autumnThis silence of the path
Would your music crease it
O swift brook from the north
This restless beat of our heart
Would your hands soothe it
O cool winds that hath travelled far
This parched land of our greed
Would you revive it
O dark chariots that ferry Life
This misery of our ways
Would you guide us out
O colored leaves of the Fall
Under the smooth grains of grey Winter
Would anyone heed our call?
