Sonnet 60 Songtext
von Paul Kelly

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore
So do our minutes hasten to their end
Each changing place with that which goes before
In sequent toil all forwards do contend
Nativity, once in the main of life
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crowned
Crooked eclipse is against his glory fight
And time that gave doth now his gift confound
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty′s brow
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow
Yet he charms in hope my verse shall stand
Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore


So do our minutes hasten to their end
Each changing place with that which goes before
In sequent toil all forwards do contend
Nativity, once in the main of life
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crowned
Crooked eclipse is against his glory fight
And time that gave doth now his gift confound
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty′s brow
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow
Yet he charms in hope my verse shall stand
Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand
His cruel hand
His cruel hand