Oh journey-man, oh journey-man,
before this endless belt began
Its cruel revolutions, you and she
Naked in Eden shook the apple tree.

Oh soldier lad, oh soldier lad,
Before the soul of things turned bad,
She offered you so modestly
A shining apple from the tree.

Oh lonely wife, oh lonely wife,
Before your lover left this life
He took you in his gentle arms.
How trivial then were Life's alarms.

And though Death taps down every street
Familiar as the postman on his beat,
Remember this, remember this,
That Life has trembled in a kiss
From Gensis to Genesis,
And what's transfigured will live on
Long after Death has come and gone.