After the last flood has dried And the last quake has grumbled After the sky has torn-- in chunks both feared and fair-- And unto Earth gracelessly crumbled
When there is no time left to unwind or memories there to rewind
Listen,
for in the silent breeze floats a living dream with childlike ease.
It sings:
*Of all the places I have been Of all the faces I have seen Of all the comforts I have had None dare be as safe as the arms of Dad.