Brightly Dawns Our Wedding Day; Joyous Hour, We Give Thee Greeting! Whither, Whither Art Thou Fleeting? Fickle Moment, Prithee Stay! What Though Mortal Joys Be Hollow? Pleasures Come, If Sorrows Follow: Though The Tocsin Sound, Ere Long, Ding Dong! Ding Dong! Yet Until The Shadows Fall Over One And Over All, Sing A Merry Madrigal Fal La! Let Us Dry The Ready Tear; Though The Hours Are Surely Creeping, Little Need For Woeful Weeping, Till The Sad Sundown Is Near. All Must Sip The Cup Of Sorrow I To-Day And Thou To-Morrow: This The Close Of Every Song Ding Dong! Ding Dong! What, Though Solemn Shadows Fall, Sooner, Later, Over All? Sing A Merry Madrigal Fal La!