Sing, for faith and hope are high – None so true as you and I – Sing the Lover’s Litany: “Love like ours can never die!”
The heart of a man to the heart of a maid – Light of my tents, be fleet – Morning awaits at the end of the world, And the world is all at our feet.
The tumult and the shouting dies; The Captains and the Kings depart: Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget – lest we forget!
All we have of freedom – all we use or know – This our fathers bought for us, long and long ago.
If I were hanged on the highest hill, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! I know whose love would follow me still, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!
Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind.