Now Is the Time

Now is the time, now is the blessed moment
 Now is the breath of life sent in turn to weather a gathering rime
 Be bold and kind, farewell my old discontent
 Just as the heavens consent to burn and turn cold days to fine
 Now is the time, now is the blessed moment
 Now is the breath of life sent in turn to weather a gathering rime
 Be bold and kind, farewell my old discontent
 Just as the heavens consent to burn and turn cold days to fine
 City of souls flung by the breath of old lovers
 Where death's cold dancer's heart was ne'er so very unkind
 Farewell we sing dressed in the leavings of others
 For guests shall plenty bring and turn cold days to fine
 Now is the time, now is the blessed moment
 Now is the breath of life sent in turn to weather a gathering rime
 Be bold and kind, farewell my old discontent
 Just as the heavens consent to burn and turn cold days to fine
 "Happy and poor" is that more foolishness talking?
 Will walking pieces half preserve your hearth in flame?
 Scant seed in store brings feathered visitors flocking
 To sing shall comfort bring for souls are made the same
 Now is the time, now is the blessed moment
 Now is the breath of life sent in turn to weather a gathering rime
 Be bold and kind, farewell my old discontent
 Just as the heavens consent to burn and turn cold days to fine
 Sinners arise and turn your eyes to the waters
 For Nature's mortal pool shall bathe all fools in brine
 Be not denied when all sure-footedness falters
 For Earth's uncertainties have turned our fields to wine
 Now is the time, now is the blessed moment
 City of souls flung by the breath of old lovers
 Now is the breath of life sent in turn to weather a gathering rime
 Where death's cold dancer's heart was ne'er so very unkind
 Be bold and kind, farewell my old discontent
 Farewell we sing dressed in the leavings of others
 Just as the heavens consent to burn and turn cold days to fine
 For guests shall plenty bring and turn cold days to fine
 Now is the time, now is the blessed moment
 City of souls flung by the breath of old lovers
 Now is the breath of life sent in turn to weather a gathering rime
 Where death's cold dancer's heart was ne'er so very unkind
 Be bold and kind, farewell my old discontent
 Farewell we sing dressed in the leavings of others
 Just as the heavens consent to burn and turn cold days to fine
 For guests shall plenty bring and turn cold days to fine