Morning Songs :: :: University of Virginia Library

Time is fleeting, time is fleeting,
Swiftly doth each moment fly
Scarcely dawns the morn till even;
Short we live till we must die.

Time is fleeting, time is fleeting,
As the waters seek the sea,
So down life's stream we are drifted,
Till we reach eternity.

Time is fleeting, time is fleeting,
Let not follies lure us on,
And we waste our time with trifles,
Till the bloom of life is gone,

Then with feeble steps and palsied,
Down life's stream with empty hands,
Leaves no honor, leaves no title,
Print no footsteps in the sand.

Let us estimate its value,
While we through life's journey go,
Let us gather in our harvest,
Ere the winter comes with snow.