Our Little Hour - The Tiger Lillies

Our little hour\nhow swift it flies\nwhen poppies flare\nand lillies smile\nhow soon the fleeting\nminute dies\nleaving us but\na little while\nthe dream, our dream\nto sing our song\nthe gods they do not\ngive us long\nto pick the fruit\nto pluck the flower\none little hour\nour little hour\nwhen love with yew-eyed loveliness\nraises her lips\nfor ours to kiss\nand dies within first caress\nhow short it is\nhow short it is\nyouth flickers out\nlike wind-blown flame\nfor time and deaths'\nrelentless claim\nsweets of today\ntomorrows sour\nhow short it is\nour little hour\nour little hour\nhow short a time\nto take our fill\nof armored crime\nto wage our wars\nto fan our hate\nto troop our banners\nand storm the gates\nblood on the sword\nour eyes blood red\ndo we forget\nhow soon is sped?\nblind in our puny\nreign of power\nour little hour\nour little hour\nhow short a time\nto tell our beads\nto chant our feeble litanies\nto think sweet thoughts\nto do good deeds\nhow soon it dies\nhow soon it dies\nthe altar lights\ngrow pale and dim\nso passes with the dying hymn\nthe bells hang silent\nin the tower\nour little hour\nour little hour