Evil Prophets.
Reading edition
The doleful prophets sadly say That the world is going wrong; But out yonder blooms the May With its flowers and song. The moaning brothers come and say That the world is as dark as night; But out yonder shines the day With its laughing light. O, brothers, don't you worry so! Let us bravely march along; The roses blossom where we go Across the fields of song!