A hymn to life In the midst of the dying A touch of it all is worth the strife Is it not mystifying It is the shining light It lives in the dark It echoes every-where In every-thing it leaves a mark And the wind howls in the moor It is the blessed darkness It shares the fate with the light Together they echo So the day will follow the night See for yourself and for the sake of the world And the wind howls in the moor