Though we glory in words and in music
An end we're bringing
Though not to provoke, your patience testing
Of you, kind folk, we are requesting
Hold most precious these few ancient moments
As they come springing
From limits broken and liberties taken
From right names spoken and words reawakened
Keep found wisdom well banked in your heartbeat
And go forth singing
Of joy and honor, comfort and beauty
Truth and laughter, reverence and duty
Go and sing to the anxious haste of the world
Sing