Jadon Lavik - My fathers world

^CThis is my^G Father's w^Corld, and ^Fto my ^Clistening ^Gears all ^Cnature si^Engs, and r^Amound me ring^Fs the ^Cmusic o^Gf the ^Cspheres. This ^Cis my F^Gather'^Cs world: I r^Fest me ^Cin the th^Gought of ^Crocks and tre^Ees, of sk^Amies and s^Feas; his ^Chand the ^Gwonders ^Cwrought.

^CThis is my F^Gather's w^Corld, the b^Firds their c^Carols r^Gaise, the ^Cmorning ^Elight, the ^Amlily ^Fwhite, dec^Clare their ^Gmaker's ^Cpraise. This ^Cis my ^GFather's ^Cworld: he s^Fhines in ^Call that's ^Gfair; in the ^Crustling ^Egrass I ^Amhear him ^Fpass; he ^Cspeaks to ^Gme every^Cwhere.

^CThis is my ^GFather's ^Cworld. O ^Flet me ^Cne'er ^Gforget that ^Cthough the ^Ewrong seems^Am oft so s^Ftrong, God ^Cis the r^Guler y^Cet. This ^Cis my ^GFather's ^Cworld: why ^Fshould my ^Cheart be ^Gsad? The ^CLord is K^Eing; let the ^Amheavens ^Fring! God ^Creigns; let the ^Gearth be^C glad!