A Hundred Years to Come

Where, where will be the birds that sing

Author: W. C. Brown
Published in 18 hymnals

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1 Where! Where will be the birds that sing,
A hundred years to come?
The flowers that now in beauty spring,
A hundred years to come?
The rosy lips, the lofty brow,
The heart that beats so gaily now;
O where will be love’s beaming eye,
Joy’s pleasant smile, and sorrow’s sigh,
A hundred years to come?

2 Who’ll press for gold this crowded street,
A hundred years to come?
Who’ll tread yon church with willing feet,
A hundred years to come?
Pale, trembling age, and fiery youth,
And childhood with its heart of truth,
The rich, the poor, on land and sea,
Where will the mighty millions be
A hundred years to come?

3 We all within our graves shall sleep
A hundred years to come;
No living soul for us will weep
A hundred years to come;
But other men our lands will till,
And others then our streets will fill,
While other birds will sing as gay,
And bright the sun shine as today,
A hundred years to come.

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #9197

Author: W. C. Brown

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The Cyber Hymnal #9197
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The Cyber Hymnal #9197

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