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