Sing me a song of days gone by -

Of knights long ago as their horses 

they ride,

Of sailors laid to rest on the ocean's

cool tide,

Of working and toiling through the long,

hard, day,

And those workers and toilers

pining away. 

Sing me a song of days gone by -

Of cathedrals so vast they scorch

the sun, 

Of books being written and pondered

'till done,

Of Heaven and Hell, but what does

that mean?

Don't we all, in the end, want to

stay clean?

Sing me a song of humanity -

Of how we are envious, angry,

and blind, 

Of how we can slaughter and kill with

our mind,

And yet how we are also

Glorious as gold,

Beautiful as broken glass,

Strong as swords.

Sing me a song of days

gone by.

Sing me a song of days

all around.

Sing me a song of days that

will come. 

We are all connected.

We are all the same.

Sing me our song.