The little boy is happy
His spirits bright and gay
No worries of tomorrow
He lives but for today

The years pass on the boy we see
In school with book and pen
A change is wrought within him
He learns the ways of men

Time moves along a man we see
Outside a Chapel door
Beside him stands his lovely bride
We need to look no more
Though to manhood grown now
‘Tis the boy we knew before

Old time takes on a faster pace
And when we look again
A fine and prosperous man we see
Revered by fellow men

But now we take a deeper look
We hear the great man sigh
Oh for the joy and freedom
I knew when just a boy

The tide of time moves swiftly by
Rolls on from year to year
The man we see is bent with age
His face is worn with care

Once more upon the stage of time
We watch the curtain fall
We’ve looked upon the life of man
And viewed the fate of all

Ashes to ashes dust to dust
We hear the good man say
And is there more..
Man must be more
Than just a piece of clay

We look upon a newborn babe
And ask what came before
We look upon a dying man
And know there must be more

As actors on the stage of life
We’ve many a part to play
When every jot and tittle’s paid
We will not need the clay

For man must soar to higher heights
all things to him be shown
Until at last he understands
And knows as he is known