Will the rose in all their learning   Turning brightness to day      Spur the horns of discerning   Scout the world along the way      And in their firm terms of warning   They return to the sea      And at the first sign of morning   They beat on his disease      So they wail   As their lies warn them      Not to fail in the harness   Not to fall at the shore      They are lost where the robe is   Sailors on southern more      And though they wail with the bonemen   Farther there somewhere inside      It doesn't show nights are warning   Beggars change so you'll burn      So they go   There's no way through there to show   In bar ways under      Not to fail in the harness   Not to rage at the shore      Not to rail in the darkness   When surrounded by roar      When to know there's a river   Some of them walk   Some of them fall      In the wars they   (fade)