Evil Prophets

The doleful prophets sadly say
That the world is going wrong;
But out yonder blooms the May
With its flowers and song.

The moaning brothers come and say
That the world is as dark as night;
But out yonder shines the day
With its laughing light.

O, brothers, don't you worry so!
Let us bravely march along;
The roses blossom where we go
Across the fields of song!