You know it all, I seek in vain

What lands to till or sow with seed

The land is brief and weed

Nor cares for falling tears or rain

You know it all, I sit and wait

With bundled arms and hands that fail

Till the last lifting of the veil

And the first openin' of the gate

You know it all, I cannot see

I trust I shall not live in vain

I know that we shall meet again

In some divine eternity