Swift winds are flying,
Soldiers are marching,
Voices are crying, “What shall we do?”
Cities have fallen,
Sunsets are barren,
Winter is calling–and I love you.
The world today is in a madness.
We’ve said goodbye to all our merry youth,
And in the midst of bitterness and sadness,
We’ve only time to tell the truth.
Days now are fleeting.
Time, ever teasing,
Turns every greeting to an adieu.
Planets have shaken,
Each dawn will darken
As we awaken–and I love you.
What we have found
Though the world fall around us
Is simple and sound
And is all that is true.
Each broken starling
We can atone for:
Come to me, darling,
Come be my own, darling,
Come be my own–for I love you.
William Roy, The World Today