There’s wood-smoke in the air
And leaves are falling
And crows are cawing sadly from afar.
And churchyard doors are open
And graves are bringing memories
From loved ones lost so long ago.
They’re calling, calling sadly from afar,
And yet I know:
No thing is ever lost forever.
No thing is ever lost forever
And no thing gained.
And Happy Ends are only temporary.
And all our lives and struggles
Are just a bar, in major keys or minor,
In the unending symphony of life.