Fading away like the stars in the morning,
Losing their light in the glorious sun.
Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling,
Only remembered for what we have done.
Only remembered, only remembered,
Only remembered for what we have done.
Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling,
Only remembered for what we have done.
Horses and men, plowshares and traces
The linen the land and the paths of the sun
Season by season we mark nature’s graces
Only remembered for what we have done
Only the truth that in life we have spoken,
Only the seed that in life we have sown.
These shall pass onwards when we are forgotten,
Only remembered for what we have done.
Who’ll sing the anthem and who’ll tell the story
Will the line hold, will it scatter and run?
Shall we at last be united in glory
Only remembered for what we have done.