Turning Fair

Come rain or sun, come heat or bitter frost,
Come shattered earth or angry howling air,
Nothing is forgotten, nothing lost.

Though none can see them, still they are embossed
upon your heart, the sigils of despair,
come rain or sun, come heat or bitter frost.

But though the stormy seas have pitched and tossed
your ship, it's still afloat, and turning fair.
Nothing is forgotten, nothing lost.

Yes, times are hard. Time is the hardest boss,
but Time will bring both respite and repair.
Come rain or sun, come heat or bitter frost,

each lonely wanderer at last will cross
the ocean to some blessed harbor where
nothing is forgotten, nothing lost.

What could it profit us to count the cost?
When all is said and done, let's call it fair.
Come rain or sun, come heat or bitter frost,
Nothing is forgotten, nothing lost.