august morning

this is the moment when all things begin

until this hour we were just made for gain

the world becomes ours now to lose or win

we do not care if millwheels cease to spin

all sugar's sweetness came from human pain

this is the moment when all things begin

now we may have our say without chagrin

the master's silence making matters plain

the world becomes ours now to lose or win

no sign of sorrow shows now on the skin

no hint of any horror or harsh bane

this is the moment when all things begin

a sunrise such as this has never been

greeted by such a single joyous strain

the world becomes ours now to lose or win

and now we cast our anger in the bin

and wipe out all the years of horrid stain

this is the moment when all things begin

the world becomes ours now to lose or win