true knowledge

the sun shining on bare branches does not lie
the day will warm for winter is not yet
few clouds scud across the vast blue sky

they do not worry that the light will die
who risk their own lives lightly on a bet
the sun shining on bare branches does not lie

what breaks the silence nothing now will buy
the last birds fly together in a set
few clouds scud across the vast blue sky

enlightenment will not come from on high
it's our own product and it brings regret
the sun shining on bare branches does not lie

the call to duty will come by and by
till then we have no call to sigh or fret
few clouds scud across the vast blue sky

the death announced gives us no cause to cry
the obligations of honour will be met
the sun shining on bare branches does not lie
few clouds scud across the vast blue sky