As surely as the sun will rise, dreams will spring to being.
As surely as the earth does turn, will summer warm such dreams to gleaming
As surely as the the leaf will fall, will Autumn harvest dreams come ripe.
And as surely as death does call, will winter creep in frosty nights
And winter tuck our dreams to bed,
‘neath blankets white our dreams our led
And bade to rest till rising light
Till winter sleeps and sunshine bright.

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