When our day is taken, we are unease
We turn to faith in times of great distress
When made marooned high up above the rest
Wondering why they waste our wilderness
We turn to faith on days like these
We dwell not on the reason for the test
When they swarm ourselves and our address
When like the last leaves in November trees
We soldier on when gales replace the breeze
Wondering why they waste our wilderness
With our day now taken, we are unease
Will or might blight invade our little nest
We dwell not on the reason for the test
We turn to faith on days like these