going forth in march

in principle there's nothing left to do
the multitude has seen its finest hour
a newer form of rule is coming through

you must never the higher tasks eschew
in their small corner the ghosties cower
in principle there's nothing left to do

sunrise will with a new glory imbue
the trees that over our small cottage tower
a newer form of rule is coming through

the morning birds have never ceased to coo
in the deep woods they have their hidden bower
in principle there's nothing left to do

on other days we might some truth pursue
for now we rest and will conserve our power
a newer form of rule is coming through

and soon we'll celebrate a season new
there'll be no reason then to pout and glower
in principle there's nothing left to do
a newer form of rule is coming through