Upon our parting, do not cry,
For I promise on the morrow
We shall meet again, my dear
And do away with sorrow

A million billion stars for you
I blow from sweaty palm
And wait in silent solitude
For the kiss of brand-new dawn

And so the endless dreamers
Lie wake to endless sleep
And when the endless ends
The endless ones do weep

We have yet to come to this:
A concept clear and stark
An idea born from the silence
An idea born from the dark

Upon our meeting, let us sing
For it is now the morrow
Our voices shall spill o'er the land
And my love you can forever borrow