Always Something Sings

Let me go where I will
I hear a sky-born music still
It sounds from all things old
It sounds from all things young

From all that’s fair
From all that’s foul
Peals out a cheerful song

It is not only in the rose
It is not only in the bird
Not only where the rainbow glows
Nor in the song of woman heard
But in the darkest, meanest things

There always, always something sings
Always something sings
Always, always something sings

'Tis not in the high stars alone
Nor in the cups of budding flowers
Nor in the redbreast's mellow tone
Nor in the bow that smiles in showers

But in the mud and scum of things
There always, always something sings

There always something sings
Something sings