We will sing with new birds in the dawn choir
We will sing with green leaves in the briar
We will sing with the old trees when the wind stoops them low
We will sing with the shiny kettle as it boils on the stove
When the flowers spring, we will sing
We will sing with green wood as it hisses and spits
We will sing with the chirping crickets
We will sing with the bats as they swoop into the night
We will sing out the long evenings by the firelight
When the owls take wing, we will sing
Will we still sing together when the snow makes us blind?
Will we still sing together when our faces are lined?
Will we still sing together when our children are gone?
Will we still sing together when the days and nights are long?
Will we still sing when we forget the words to this song?
Until death's sting, together, we will sing.