Time will have warranted all that the foliage brung Falls to the ground at the feet of the old and the young Tired and worn from a life made of wallowing pain Of what will be made Is all that remains Of the core
Bear the old and the young Time will have warranted all that the foliage brung So bear the old and the young
Awoke from a long one that came on the heels of a day Where sun would arise and then grant us the kindness of ray Fields full of grandness, surrounded by droves that await And look for the grave In everything Adorn
Bear the old and the young Time will have warranted all that the foliage brung So bear the old and the young
