Victory over death
As long as the sun comes over the hills, and scatters the darkness, and fills the world with light, as long as the fields get green again, and the daisies and buttercups return;
as long as the fields get green again, and the daisies and buttercups return;
as song as the trees fill up again with leaves, there is hope for us and for the world.
So, come my friends,
let us walk over the greening fields, for the snow has melted, and life is awakening from its sleep and wanders through the hills and valleys.
Come, let us follow the footsteps of spring in the far-off fields.
Come, let us ascend the heights and gaze upon the waving greenness of the plains below.
O come, let us rejoice on this Easter Day, for death has folded up his tent and gone away.
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