Tumbling Sky - Ron Sexsmith

Tumbling sky, as far as the eye can see

Some are as blind as a Fennel tree

Each day my loving dies, with the weather coming on

And the tumbling sky

From a thunder cloud, all the rain comes down

And inside your mind we can watch it all go round

With my loving eye, for our colourful belongings to come tumbling dry

Oh, over God’s green earth

Even hell’s half acre

We know what every moment is worth

Take it all in

Talk about it later

Tumbling sky, as far as I can see

Troubling times and we never will be free

The day until we rise with the gathering glory of the tumbling sky

It’s unravelling before me, of the tumbling sky