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