Easily slips the day away,
easily slips the day away,
and how rapidly the night,
it wraps you up in its cloak,
and how beautiful it is above your head,
while you contemplate yourself,
and your part in it,
and what a place it is the birthplace of you,
what a place it is and how glorious too,
and how it warms you,
with its majesty and its light,
and how divine the light is when it comes to you,
and under the stars,
I wonder what the chances of you are,
what are the chances of you,
an astronomical amount,
a number so huge you would need,
the space of several universes to write it down,
upon it is true,
and after the day has so easily slipped away,
after it has slipped away,
what an inspiration are the heavens,
and the glories that display themselves so beautifully,
so beautifully before our eyes,
and what a spectacle it is,
for its beauty can easily bring tears to your eyes,
and how easily the night can slip away,
staring at the heavenly skies.
