And sometimes right.
But all along, out of sight
We were being protected
By our Host.
That beautiful universe
Our Holy Ghost
He wants us to build
Something good
The green we see
All the wood
It’s surely a sign
Of the times to come
A charming lad
All of the fun
She was sent from Him
An angel to see
The things you’ll create!
All of the trees!
When time has passed
You’ll be remembered