no great limitations

[fledgist]

the statute runs and gives us no relief

no matter what our choice it must be wrong

too short each day for much more than a song

 

all human life begins and ends in grief

so father said and he was very strong

the statute runs and gives us no relief

 

each victory turns out to be too brief

we do not think the good times will be long

but ask that we part of one great throng

the statute runs and gives us no relief