strut and fret

we are still guided by the words of will
far past the lights of that old stormy shore
our hearts still leap and our lips still adore

minds and hands turn as instruments of skill
bending in ways they had not done before
we are still guided by the words of will

the message is the same on each new hill
and each sign is the same on every door
the meaning has not changed with each new score
we are still guided by the words of will