Nothing will die

When will the stream be aweary of flowing
Under my eye?
When will the wind be aweary of blowing
Over the sky?
When will the clouds be aweary of fleeting?
When will the heart be aweary of beating?
And nature die?

Never, O, never, nothing will die
The stream flows,
The wind blows,
The cloud fleets,
The heart beats,
Nothing will die.

Nothing will die
All things will change
Thro' eternity.
'Tis the world's winter
Autumn and summer
Are gone long ago
Earth is dry to the centre,
But spring, a new comer,
A spring rich and strange,

Shall make the wind blow
Round and round,
Thro' and thro',
Here and there,
Till the air
And the ground
Shall be fill'd with life anew.
The world was never made
It will change, but it will not fade.

So let the wind range
For even and morn
Ever will be
Thro' eternity.
Nothing was born
Nothing will die
All things will change.