This land, today, shall draw its last breath
And take into its ancient depths
This frail reminder of its giant, dreaming self
While I, with human-hindered eyes
Unequal to the sweeping curve of life
Stand on this single print of time
Human wheels spin round and round
While the clock keeps the pace
Human wheels spin round and round
Help the light to my face
That time, today, no triumph gains
At this short success of age
This pale reflection of its brave
and blundering deed
For I, descend from this vault,
Now dreams beyond my earthly fault
Knowledge, sure, from the seed
Human wheels spin round and round
While the clock keeps the pace
Human wheels spin round and round
Help the light to my face
This land, today, my tears shall taste
And take into its dark embrace
This love, who in my beating heart endures,
Assured, by every sun that burns,
The dust to which this flesh shall return
It is the ancient, dreaming dust of God
Human wheels spin round and round
While the clock keeps the pace
Human wheels spin round and round
Help the light find my face
Human wheels spin round and round
While the clock keeps the pace
Human wheels spin round and round
Help the light find my face