Men are made of clay and dust, And that is something you can never trust For mortal might is puny at best And the wicked, like the sea, cannot rest --Never rest, never rest, though try you might Try you must. Some day this evil man Will return to his clay and dust. I saw one rise in my younger years I followed him with bitter tears But clay and dust was all I found Sin seemed spread all around --All around, all around, Wash away Looking in the mirrors. Marley was right, the chain is struck! Bound by my own condemning fears. I held one close one Summer's Eve And I heard the promise to never leave But promises, like iron -- Did you know they rust? They crack and seam, and then they bust. --Break away!, Break away! Find me Where I grieve Dusty men and moldy women, too Never ending lies they constantly weave. A shadowed and burdened wreck of a man This was not exactly what I planned. But I must go on, I cannot stop No time right now this burden to drop --Hold it!, hold it! good and tight Make a stand Stand up with all your might Looks decieve, if you think it's grand. The broken shell upon the ground is scattered Others look on as if it mattered. People die clutching what they value best At the last even the wicked must seeming rest --Beneath the ground! Beneath the ground! But not yet Your dreams have only flattered 'Tis not the end, my friend of clay and dust Judgment now comes while you grip that rag all tattered. Listen, my young one, and listen as I tell Men are nothing more since Adam fell But clay and dust, dust and clay Never believe all that they say --Speech! Speech! But faith is the escape of hell If that is the road you would travel Then this old man wishes you to travel it well.