Fear no more the heat o' the sun. Nor the furious winters' rages;. Thou thy worldly task hast done,. Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must,.
Werein the deep night sky. The stars lie in its embrace. The courtyard still in its sleep. And peace comes over your face. . 'Come to me' it sings. 'Hear the pulse of the land.