Gungor - My fathers world

^CThis is my ^GFather's ^Cworld, and ^Fto my ^Clistening ^Gears all ^Cnature s^Amings, and r^Found m^Ge ri^Cngs the ^Fmusic o^Gf the ^Cspheres. This ^Cis my ^FFat^Gher's ^Cworld: I r^Fest me ^Gin the ^Cthought of ^Crocks and ^Amtrees, of ^Fskies ^Gand ^Cseas; his ^Fhand the ^Gwonders ^Cwrought.

^CThis is my ^GFather's ^Cworld, the ^Fbirds their ^Ccarols ^Graise, the ^Cmorning ^Amlight, the ^Flily ^Cwhite, decl^Fare their ^Gmaker's ^Cpraise. This ^Cis my ^FFat^Gher's ^Cworld: he ^Fshines in ^Gall that's ^Cfair; in the ^Crustling ^Amgrass I ^Fhear ^Ghim ^Cpass; he ^Fspeaks to me ^Gevery^Cwhere.

^CThis is my ^GFather's ^Cworld. O ^Flet me ^Cne'er ^Gforget that ^Cthough the^Am wrong seems ^Foft so ^Cstrong, God ^Fis the ^Gruler ^Cyet. This ^Cis my ^FFat^Gher's ^Cworld: why ^Fshould my ^Gheart be ^Csad? The ^CLord is ^AmKing; ^Flet the ^Gheavens ^Cring! God ^Freigns; let the ^Gearth be ^Cglad!