The race has run, there is joy in the setting sun.

The race has run

There is joy in the setting sun

When all is done

And a new day is yet to come.

Now fading light

Leads to the peace of sleeping night

Will be just right

Before the dawn of a new sight

When birds will sing

And the Sunday Church bells will ring,

Papers will bring

News of such great worldly things

But the race has run

And I have not won.