Gone from the bush and town
My spirit revives in the morning breeze
Died when the sun went down
The river is high and the stream is strong
And I faint would think that this world of ours
is a good world after all
The light of passion in dreamy eyes
and a page of truth well read
The glorious thrill in a heart grown cold
and a spirit I thought was dead
A song that goes to a comrade's heart
and a tear of pride let fall
is a grand world after all
theirs be the fault or shame
The man is bitter against the world,
has only himself to blame
Let the darkest side of the past
be dark and only the good recall
Or I must believe that the world, dear,
Is a kind world after all.
It well might be that I saw too plain,
I'll keep my face to the dawning light,
Though the devil may stand behind.
Though the devil may stand
Shall I see his shadow fall?
I'll read in the light of the morning stars,
Rest for your eyes, oh weary girl,
You have driven the worst away.
The ghost of the man I might have been
Has gone from my heart today
We'll live for life and the best it brings
Till our twilight shadows fall
Is a good world after all
is a good world after all
