Quiet Place

Working For A Nuclear Free City

Compositor: Working for a Nuclear Free City

Cross the lines down shifting lights
Catch it's breath a stream of life
The tallest trees strched to the sea
And to the edge where shadows meet

A quiet place and nature's way
A season comes and whispers life
Still born again into golden dreams
A hiding place beneath blue skies

Cross the lines down shifting lights
Catch it's breath a stream of life
The tallest trees strched to the sea
And to the edge where shadows meet