Tom: A
A
Lord, I've never lived where churches grow,
E
I loved creation better as it stood,
That day you finished it so long ago,
A
And looked upon your work and called it good,
(verse 2)
A
I know that others find you in the light,
E
That sifted down through tinted window panes,
And yet I seem to feel you near tonight
A
In this dim , quiet starlight on the plains,
(verse 3)
A
I thank you, Lord, that I'm placed so well,
E
That you've made my freedom so complete,
That I'm no slave to whistle, clock or bell,
A
Nor weak eyed prisoner of Wall Street,
(verse 4)
A
Just let me live my life as I've begun,
E
And give me work that's open to the sky,
Make me a partner of the wind and sun,
A
And I won't ask a life that's soft or high,
(verse 5)
A
Let me be easy on the man that's down,
E
Let me be square and generous with all,
I'm careless sometimes, Lord, when I'm in town,
A
But never let 'em say I'm mean or small
