It's so easy to dream of days gone by,
So hard to think of the times to come.
But the grace to accept each moment as a gift
Is a gift that is given to some.

	What can you do with your days but work and pray?
	Let your dreams bind your work to your play.
	What can you do with every moment of your life,
	But love 'til you've loved it away?

There are sorrows enough for the whole worlds end;
No eartly guarantees but the grave.
And the lives that we live, and the times that we spend
Are treasures too great to save.

	What can you do with your days but work and pray?
	Let your dreams bind your work to your play.
	What can you do with every moment of your life,
	But love 'til you've loved it away?