The stars are spinning their threads, br And the clouds are the dust that flies, br And the suns are weaving them up br For the day when the sleepers arise. br br The ocean in music rolls, br The gems are turning to eyes, br And the trees are gathering souls br For the day when the sleepers arise. br br The weepers are learning to smile, br And laughter to glean the sighs, br And hearts to bury their care and guile br For the day when the sleepers arise.