Now Is the Time

Now is the time, now is the blessed moment Now is the breath of life sent in turn to weather a gathering rime Be bold and kind, farewell my old discontent Just as the heavens consent to burn and turn cold days to fine Now is the time, now is the blessed moment Now is the breath of life sent in turn to weather a gathering rime Be bold and kind, farewell my old discontent Just as the heavens consent to burn and turn cold days to fine City of souls flung by the breath of old lovers Where death's cold dancer's heart was ne'er so very unkind Farewell we sing dressed in the leavings of others For guests shall plenty bring and turn cold days to fine Now is the time, now is the blessed moment Now is the breath of life sent in turn to weather a gathering rime Be bold and kind, farewell my old discontent Just as the heavens consent to burn and turn cold days to fine "Happy and poor" is that more foolishness talking? Will walking pieces half preserve your hearth in flame? Scant seed in store brings feathered visitors flocking To sing shall comfort bring for souls are made the same Now is the time, now is the blessed moment Now is the breath of life sent in turn to weather a gathering rime Be bold and kind, farewell my old discontent Just as the heavens consent to burn and turn cold days to fine Sinners arise and turn your eyes to the waters For Nature's mortal pool shall bathe all fools in brine Be not denied when all sure-footedness falters For Earth's uncertainties have turned our fields to wine Now is the time, now is the blessed moment City of souls flung by the breath of old lovers Now is the breath of life sent in turn to weather a gathering rime Where death's cold dancer's heart was ne'er so very unkind Be bold and kind, farewell my old discontent Farewell we sing dressed in the leavings of others Just as the heavens consent to burn and turn cold days to fine For guests shall plenty bring and turn cold days to fine Now is the time, now is the blessed moment City of souls flung by the breath of old lovers Now is the breath of life sent in turn to weather a gathering rime Where death's cold dancer's heart was ne'er so very unkind Be bold and kind, farewell my old discontent Farewell we sing dressed in the leavings of others Just as the heavens consent to burn and turn cold days to fine For guests shall plenty bring and turn cold days to fine