Whatever the words that you hear,
Somehow the meaning is clear,
We're all on the same ship together,
moving on,From the first time that life could be heard,
To the last sounds of men on this earth,
The question is always the same,
where are we going, where are we going?
carry on, carry on,
There's a silver light beside you,
Take the hand that's there to guide you
Through this night to where we came from,
Carry on, carry on,When the autumn leaves are falling,
And you hear the voices calling you away,
Then do not fear, you'll carry on
Sunday
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