I've been moved by the wind upon the waters And the shadows as the leaves are blown When that old wind moans On a weary winter Sunday Like a friend that keeps on knocking on my home I've been moved by the crying of the newborn The honey sweetness of the air in spring I've watched the moonlight flood Across them sleepy hills and valleys Heard the sadness in her requiem I've been moved watching nature slowly turning Through the seasons and the patterns that she brings And as the morning star proceeds The breaking of a new day You'll find the black crow is already on the wing I've been moved watching something that's been suffering Be it humankind or any living thing From the fury of the storm That old parched ground is reborn And the deserts blooms'd satisfy a king I've been moved by the tireless sea a churning And them scarlets of an inland dusk When a close friend has died I turned away and cried As they laid ‘em down and shovelled in the dust