Sands Of Time Lyrics - Singles - Without Face

Tell me not in mornful numbers 

"life is but an empty dream!" 

for the soul is dead that slumbers, 

and things are not what they seem. 

Life is real! Life is earnest! 

and the grave is not its goal; 

"dust thou art, dust returnest," 

was not spoken of the soul. 

And separting leave behind us 

Footprints on the sands of time 

Not enjoyment and not sorrow 

is our destined end or way; 

but to act that each tomorrow 

finds us farther than today 

And departing leave behind us 

Footprints on the sands of time 

Not enjoyment and not sorrow 

is our destined end or way; 

but act that each tomorrow 

find us farther than today 

Art is long and time is fleeting, 

and our hearts though stout and brave, 

still like muffled drums are beating 

funeral marches to the grave.