
Now no birds sing and all is quiet and still
When God is dead, who is of goodwill?
What of Evil, what of Stalingrad?
What is Virtue when the world is mad?
Now no birds sing and all is quiet and still
When God is dead, who is of goodwill?
What of Evil, what of Stalingrad?
What is Virtue when the world is mad?
Humble creatures in the dust
God loves each one and so we must.
Tread not on the little snail
Be kind be firm and never fail