And death we never can doubt. And history's lamps blow out. Time won't drive us down to dust again.
Cycles turn while the far stars burn, And people and planets age.
Life's crown passes to younger lands, Time brushes dust of hope from his hands And turns another page. But we who feel the weight of the wheel When winter falls over our world Can hope for tomorrow and raise our eyes To a silver moon in the open skies and a single flag unfurled. From all who tried out of history's tide, Salute for the team that won. The wave that carried us up the beach To reach for the shining sun.