All Is Sold کے بول

All is sold, all is lost, all is plundered Death's wings flash black on our sight All's gnawed bare with sore want and sick longing So how are we graced with this light? By day there's the breath of wild cherry In the city, from woods none espies At night, new and strange constellations Shine forth in the pale summer sky And these houses, this dirt, these mean ruins Are touched by the miracle too It is close, the desire, the despaired of All longed for but none ever knew By day there's the breath of wild cherry In the city, from woods none espies At night, new and strange constellations Shine forth in the pale summer sky Shine forth in the pale summer sky