It knows it all, it knows it all,
The world of groans and laughter,
It sneers of pride before a fall,
But the bitter pride comes after:
So leave me and Ill seek you not,
So seek me and youll find me
But till I know your hand-grips true
Ill stand with hands behind me.
It knows it all, it knows it all,
The world of lies and sorrow
It prates of pride before a fall,
And of the humble morrow;
But shame and blame are but a name,
Oh, heart thats hurt past curing!
Well drink to-night the sinners pride,
The pride thats most enduring.
They know it all, they know it all,
The curs that pass the sentence.
They preach of pride before a fall
And bitter black repentance:
So leave me when my star is set,
Ill glory that you leave me,
While one has pride to love me yet
Theres nought on earth shall grieve me.
