The beech trees in this season
Each wear a golden gown,
And in the strips of woodland,
Deciduous leaves fall down.
All sorts of berries ripen
And turn a vibrant red
So in the coldest season,
The wayside birds are fed.
Chorus:
With all these things around us
May we learn to share
The good things of Creation
And for our planet, care.
The canopy above us,
The leaves beneath our feet,
The world continues turning,
The patterns still repeat,
But with our climate changing
We haven’t got much time
To change our wasteful ways
And repent of climate crime.
Chorus:
With all these things around us
May we learn to share
The good things of Creation
And for our planet, care.
The swallow have flown southwards,
The geese have come to rest,
By patterns of migration
We all are truly blessed.
But temperatures are rising,
The poorest bear the cost
We must change how we’re living
Or all we know is lost.
Chorus:
With all these things around us
May we learn to share
The good things of Creation
And for our planet, care.
Tune is Wir Pflugen (We plough the fields)
Copyright Janet Lees: 25.10.2020 in Longdendale.