Let me go where I will I hear a sky born music still Its sound from all things old Its sound from all things young From all that's fair From all that's dark Peals out an Everlasting song Not only in the rose It is not only in the bird Not only rainbow glows Nor in its music heard But in the dark and cold of things There always, always something sings From all that's fair From all that's dark Peals out an Everlasting song Tis not in stars I look Nor in the bloom of spring born flowers Nor in the robins song Nor in the glint of showers But in the dark and cold of things There always, always something sings But in the dark and cold of things There always, always something sings There always something sings