Do the days shimmer
and the weeks dance
Do trees leave their leaves
for homeless men to find
and wheat their grain
for the hungry
Do empty boxes fill houses
and empty bottles stomachs
If you prepare for the worst
will you ever see the best
Do the days shimmer
and the weeks dance
Do trees leave their leaves
for homeless men to find
and wheat their grain
for the hungry
Do empty boxes fill houses
and empty bottles stomachs
If you prepare for the worst
will you ever see the best