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The turning earth will raise its wand And bring the seasons to their fruitful end And little men and trains will crawl And snake their way around the timeless bend And rivers too, will course their way To find the hungry mother sea at last And love will grow, it will come to pass The sun will blaze its scorching path Across the sky a million times or more And men with charts will scan the skies In quest of life on some forgotten shore And in the quiet womb The sleeping seed will stretch its arms and grow at last And love will grow, it will come to pass It will come to pass Though men and minds and times will change Still pinioned, they, by fears of growing old Though scalpeled hands will plumb the deepest corners None will find the soul Yet bearded men in sandwich boards Will tell the sinful streets, he's come at last And love will grow, it will come to pass |