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Fleeting Show 8.7.8.8.7.

By Steve Brett

Key
F major
Type
Folk hymn
Time signature
6
4
Composed
2018–24
Text
Thomas Moore, 1816

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  1. This world is all a fleeting show,
    For man's illusion given;
    The smiles of joy, the tears of woe,
    Deceitful shine, deceitful flow —
    There's nothing true but heaven!
  2. And false the light on glory's plume,
    As fading hues of even;
    And love and hope and beauty's bloom,
    Are blossoms gathered for the tomb;
    There's nothing true but heaven.
  3. Poor wand'rers of a stormy day!
    From wave to wave were driven,
    And fancy's flash, and reason's ray,
    Serve but to light the troubled way —
    There's nothing calm but heaven.