They pass so close, the people on the street;
Footfall, footfall;
I know them from their footsteps’ pulsing beat;
footfall, footfall;
The tripping, lingering and the heavy feet;
I hear them call:

I am the dance of youth and life is fair!
Footfall, footfall;
I am a dream, divinely unaware!
Footfall, footfall;
I am the burden of an old despair!
Footfall . . .