Act III: “I Am Old And I Cannot Sleep”

Lyrics

I am old and cannot sleep forever Like the young Nor hope that death, will be a novelty But endless, wakefulness When I put down my work and go to bed How much of what we did was good? Everything seems to move beyond out remedy Come, heal this wound At this hour nothing can be done Just before dawn the bird begin The warblers who prefer the dark The cages bird answering To work Outside this room the chill of grace Lies heavy on the morning grass