The world is dust now and all I loved is dead
Oh, let me trust now in what my master said:
There is a sweetness in every woe.
It must be so.
It must be so.

The dawn will find me
Alone in some strange land
But men are kindly
They’ll give a helping hand.
So said my master
And he must know
It must be so.
It must be so.

My master told me
That men are loving kind
Yet now behold me
Ill-used and sad of mind
Men must have kindness I cannot see.
It must be me.
It must be me.

My master told me the world is warm and good
It deals more coldly then I had dreamt it would
There must be sunlight I cannot see.
It must be me.
It must be me.