Evening twilight falling
Upon the brickwork
Yellow turning to blue
Wind in the leaves
Building standing
A steeple
An Australian flag
Inside peaceful
Tears of grace
Light falling
Try to pray
Read the good book
But nothing comes from us
For Christ works through us
Sandstone strong
Sunlit bricks
Warm
I wonder when I will go home
And somehow live my life
But sho are we to complain
For some have more
And some less
And we try and try
And people they cry
Nobody really wants to die
Farewell sunlight
Now it is night
Maybe we can look up to see a star
Shining bright
Over the steeple
Over the hill
Oh my lord
Just keep me still.
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