Oh, ye singers who live, unforgotten,

In grooves of our minds held so dear,

We sing praises out loud for your beauty

Which carries us forward each year!

Yea, you carry us on through the shadows,

You lift us straight up to the light,

And our ears and our eyes are enormous

For the joy you have shown with your might.

True singing is praise for love’s living,

Great singing is bright with Joy’s tears.

The singers who gave are still giving

And he is a blessed one who hears.