If i should grow so old and wise
i look no longer with joyfull surprise
at sunset and sunrise
let me forever close my eyes
If there is nothing left to know
if the blood run so cold and slow
i yearn not for all tyrants`overthrow
then let me go
If i forget the seed that lies
beneath the snow will someeday rise
if at the sight
Of workers arming for the fight
my heart leaps not with delight
then bury me tight
For he that his whole youth denies
is surely dead before he dies
i look no longer with joyfull surprise
at sunset and sunrise
let me forever close my eyes
If there is nothing left to know
if the blood run so cold and slow
i yearn not for all tyrants`overthrow
then let me go
If i forget the seed that lies
beneath the snow will someeday rise
if at the sight
Of workers arming for the fight
my heart leaps not with delight
then bury me tight
For he that his whole youth denies
is surely dead before he dies