[Processional Chant] Gray hairs came quietly, strength leaked away, Yet pride told the mirror that all was well. An oven glowed red while the baker slept, [Verse 1] A cake burned one side and the center stayed wet. A dove flew south, then north without rest, A crooked bow failed when the arrow was pressed. A calf made of silver could neither speak nor save, [Chorus] Gray hairs came quietly, strength leaked away, Yet pride told the mirror that all was well. Altars multiplied while the law became strange. They have sown the wind; hear the field reply, [Silence] The whirlwind stands where the harvest should rise. [Verse 2] No grain in the stalk, no bread in the hand, Foreign mouths swallow the fruit of the land. Break up the fallow ground before the storm, [Final Chorus] Gray hairs came quietly, strength leaked away, Yet pride told the mirror that all was well. Seek righteousness now while return still has form.