Fleeting, fading, passing ever
Onward, onward, stopping never.
I’d be, when life shall wane,
Like white-winged clouds of even;
Through fields of endless day I’d roam,
And find me there a starry home;
Beyond this world, far, far, away,
To Heaven’s own light I’d wing my way;
Through realms of bliss there roaming ever
Onward, onward, stopping never.