The invisible rumbling above
Mixes with foggy air
In an almost desolate
Yet spring time place
Life is pressing
Time pushes
Fears take awful turns
With people
Who have nothing
So I turn from the demons
So it goes
And it really blows
It is me that believes
He knows the way out
He knows
And before their eyes
In defiance of wrong
He kindly does what is right
For he is gentle and kind
His soul being good
Being wise.
Mixes with foggy air
In an almost desolate
Yet spring time place
Life is pressing
Time pushes
Fears take awful turns
With people
Who have nothing
So I turn from the demons
So it goes
And it really blows
It is me that believes
He knows the way out
He knows
And before their eyes
In defiance of wrong
He kindly does what is right
For he is gentle and kind
His soul being good
Being wise.