Sole Survivors
We are the music-makers
And the dreamers of dreams
Wandering by lone sea-breakers
Sitting by desolate streams
World-losers, world-forsakers
On whom the pale moon gleams
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems
We sail away
To the meaning of the end
We sail away
With the muse at our command
Survivors
Sole survivors
We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth
Built Nineveh with our sighing
Babel itself with our mirth
O'erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world's worth
For each age is a dream that is dying
Or one that is coming to birth
We sail away
To the meaning of the end
We sail away
With the muse at our command
Survivors
Sole survivors