At the End of Day

The old shack in the mountain is now forever gone, the children in the fountain have seen the light of day, the singer with his sad song is deep down in his grave but life will go on and on until the end of day. The small frog in the water has ceased its mournful call, the flowers in the graveyard have all bowed with the sun, the eagle with his freedom that used to move my soul will never fly again up in the stormy sky. The pretty face of the maiden is now old and gray, soon she will be resting come that lonely, rainy day, then life and all its sorrows will just pass away but the world keeps turning on until the end of day.