colour of time

we must not fear the angle of the light
pines reach upward straight as poles
the colour of the moment seems just right

it's a small world that fits into my sight
the elements know how to play their roles
we must not fear the angle of the light

there'll be no grief at coming fall of night
the little beasts will come out of their holes
the colour of the moment seems just right

whatever happens will not be a blight
the earth is not disturbed by active moles
we must not fear the angle of the light

our hope and target will be to requite
those who have not achieved their goals
the colour of the moment seems just right

our sort of answer will not now be bright
the longest road will harden gentle soles
we must not fear the angle of the light
the colour of the moment seems just right