What’s lost is lost
What’s done is done
Prepare for rising of the sun
There’s nothing for
An aching heart
Besides the doing of one’s part
The night shall pass
The dawn shall break
And someday soon your heart won’t ache
What’s lost is lost
What’s done is done
Prepare for rising of the sun
There’s nothing for
An aching heart
Besides the doing of one’s part
The night shall pass
The dawn shall break
And someday soon your heart won’t ache