Eternity
Benjamin Eric Breakspeare, Benjamin Eric Sainte-Clementine
You know it all, I seek in vain
What lands to till or sow with seed
The land is brief and weed
Nor cares for falling tears or rain
You know it all, I sit and wait
With bundled arms and hands that fail
'Til the last lifting off the veil
And the first openin' of the gate
You know it all, I cannot see
I trust I shall not live in vain
I know that we shall meet again
In some divine eternity
I know that we shall meet again
In some divine eternity
I know that we shall meet again
In some divine eternity