Sands Of Time lyrics

Song information

Artist: Without Face
Album: Deep Inside

Lyrics

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

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

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