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