by Chris Farago.
Let the good Earth watch us,
With its multitude of eyes;
Let its tears, and ours,
Be kept to a minimum;
If tears come,
Let them be dried by a gentle wind;
If no tears come, let us rejoice;
If tears come, let us also rejoice,
For it means good times will follow the bad;
Let these words be a gift,
Let these words be a gift,
Let these words be a gift.