Not yesterday I learned to know The love of bare November days Before the coming of the snow.
And nothing to look backward to with pride, and nothing to look forward to with hope.
Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.
The world is full of willing people; some willing to work, the rest willing to let them.
The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected.
But not gold in commercial quantities, Just enough gold to make the engagement rings And marriage rings of those who owned the farm. What gold more innocent could one have asked for?