Sorrow and joy, one for all,
Be it kin or stranger's call,
That time was, now this time we face,
Sorrow and joy in life's embrace.
That time was, now this time we face.
When Grandfather lived, a mud-built home,
No fear of thieves, no reason to roam,
They ate dry bread, slept soundly deep,
Evenings were full, afternoons to keep.
Contentment filled hearts, no frowns to trace,
No deceit in hearts, no lies in face,
People were simple, yet love's bright flame,
How quickly they left, the world's passing game.
Sorrow and joy, one for all,
Be it kin or stranger's call,
That time was, now this time we face,
Sorrow and joy in life's embrace.
Then the time of schools, of learning's light,
New thoughts arose, dispelling night,
To move beyond, from old ways to grow,
The mud home gone, a solid house to know,
Office jobs, salaries to keep,
Trust in the boss, promises to reap,
Though money was less, no sorrow to find,
How full was our home, our poor, humble kind.
Sorrow and joy, one for all,
Be it kin or stranger's call,
That time was, now this time we face,
Sorrow and joy in life's embrace.
Now is my time, no one truly near,
Each man alone, each face filled with fear,
No tears, no smiles, such is life's way,
Lost in ourselves, in Maya's sway,
Money, status, respect, and more,
Servants, followers, houses, and car's door,
Wealth is at hand, land at our feet,
But peace is lost, what to forfeit, to meet?
Sorrow and joy, one for all,
Be it kin or stranger's call,
That time was, now this time we face,
Sorrow and joy in life's embrace.
O coming generations, those yet to be,
O coming generations, those yet to be,
May you never suffer what we have seen,
May the sorrows we knew, never be your keen,
The pain we endured, may you never know,
The way we lived alone, in a crowded show,
May that life's party, never be yours to take,
May the path you tread, a festival make,
May the seasons of the twenty-first century, charm your soul,
We thirsted for peace, may it you enroll,
Joy in your hearts, may life be so sweet,
Sorrow and joy, one for all,
Be it kin or stranger's call,
That time was, now this time we face,
Sorrow and joy in life's embrace.
Sorrow and joy, one for all,
Be it kin or stranger's call,
That time was, now this time we face,
Sorrow and joy in life's embrace.
That time was, now this time we face,
That time was, now this time we face,
That time was, now this time we face,
That time was, now this time we face.
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