Listen
(Hear Ye, Hear Ye)
A man may fight though hope be dim
The heart will fight though hope be gone
Trouble waters lays abandon by its edge
Whatever the storms or wind brings
We must see what must be seen
We must hear what must be heard
We are not immortal
Aiming to be a God, not we are
For we are mere flesh and blood
The heart of a man
Cannot beat in the heart of a God
We know not what comes hither within the hour
Yet we face it fighting,
Where truth must find its ore
Our thoughts must not be drowned
In shadows of doubt
For we are the soul of our being
Pride of our hearts
We can be no less
We find that life is sweet
And our calamites are not without thought
Yet we have no wish to die
But let me die a thousand times
Rather than cause my own calamity
Hartley
(Hear Ye, Hear Ye)
A man may fight though hope be dim
The heart will fight though hope be gone
Trouble waters lays abandon by its edge
Whatever the storms or wind brings
We must see what must be seen
We must hear what must be heard
We are not immortal
Aiming to be a God, not we are
For we are mere flesh and blood
The heart of a man
Cannot beat in the heart of a God
We know not what comes hither within the hour
Yet we face it fighting,
Where truth must find its ore
Our thoughts must not be drowned
In shadows of doubt
For we are the soul of our being
Pride of our hearts
We can be no less
We find that life is sweet
And our calamites are not without thought
Yet we have no wish to die
But let me die a thousand times
Rather than cause my own calamity
Hartley
