come the southern cross come the northern wind

come the eastern sky where each day begins

come the drums of battle the harp of David's song

turning of the earth love will not be long

often I have counted on things to stay the same

often disappointed when blue skies turn to rain

until I hear the children sing the simple song

turning perfect circles love will not be long

think about the kingdom think about the crown

think about the hour when it all comes down

stars go on untroubled pure and clear their song

light in every corner love will not be long

come the southern cross…