Sands Of Time Lyrics

Sands Of Time lyrics

Tell me not in mornful numbers



"life is but an empty dream!"



for the soul is dead that slumbers,



and things are not what they seem. 







Life is real! Life is earnest!



and the grave is not its goal;



"dust thou art, dust returnest,"



was not spoken of the soul.







And separting leave behind us



Footprints on the sands of time







Not enjoyment and not sorrow



is our destined end or way;



but to act that each tomorrow



finds us farther than today







And departing leave behind us



Footprints on the sands of time







Not enjoyment and not sorrow



is our destined end or way;



but act that each tomorrow



find us farther than today







Art is long and time is fleeting,



and our hearts though stout and brave,



still like muffled drums are beating



funeral marches to the grave.