1 Songs of spirit, like a prayer
breathing in the ambient air;
singing in the morning light,
in the radiance of the day,
in the twilight shadows gray,
in the brooding hush of night;
dark or light, or storm, or fair —
singing, singing everywhere.

2 In the burgeoning of spring,
in the summer’s scented bloom,
in the autumn’s mellow glow,
in the winter’s ice and snow;
shade, or shine, or joy, or gloom,
as the seasons come and go,
break and bare, or blossoming —
still the songs that sing and sing!

3 Singing, singing everywhere,
at the heart of everything,
in my soul I hear them sing;
mystic music of the spheres;
songs that, with my utmost art,
I can only catch in part;
broken echoes, cold and bare,
of the songs my spirit hears.