Tumbling Sky
RON SEXSMITH
Tumbling sky, as far as the eye can see
Some are as blind as a Fennel tree
Each day my loving dies, with the weather coming on
And the tumbling sky
From a thunder cloud, all the rain comes down
And inside your mind we can watch it all go round
With my loving eye, for our colourful belongings to come tumbling dry
Oh, over God's green earth
Even hell's half acre
We know what every moment is worth
Take it all in
Talk about it later
Tumbling sky, as far as I can see
Troubling times and we never will be free
The day until we rise with the gathering glory of the tumbling sky
It's unravelling before me, of the tumbling sky