Up and away like the dew in the morning,
Soaring from the earth to its home in the sun,
Thus we would pass from the earth and its toiling,
Only remembered for what we have done.
Only the truth that in life we have spoken.
Only the seed we have sown,
These shall pass onward when we're forgotten,
Fruits of the harvest and what we have done.

Only remembered, Only remembered,
Only remembered for what we have done,
Only remembered, Only remembered,
Only remembered for what we have done.

Shall we be missed when the others succeed us,
Keeping the fields we in springtime have sown?
No, for the sowers shall pass from their labors,
Only remembered for what they have done.

Only remembered, Only remembered,
Only remembered for what they have done,
Only remembered, Only remembered,
Only remembered for what they have done.

Up and away like the dew in the morning,
Soaring from the earth to its home in the sun,
Thus we would pass from the earth and its toiling,
Only remembered for what we have done.

Words and music by John R. Sweeney and William J. Kirkpatrick, from "On Joyful Wing, A Book of Praise and Song" published by John J. Hood in 1886.