I believed in solid ground until I saw the earth in motion, in the winds of steady change and in the ever-rolling ocean All moves on in perfect, perfect motion All is change and ever-rolling ocean All is moving, all is change, though I once believed that there might somehow be something firm beneath my feet, but All is motion, and all is well for solid ground is just a myth for those who never swim in it. All is moving in blessed change, o the world we know will come and go and everything will rearrange, so be the ground beneath that sky, tumbling round the by and by. All is change, so am I. Lye lye lye, lye lye lye.