The brooding ghosts of this dark night
have gone from bush and town.
My spirit revives in the morning breeze
Though it died when sun went down.
The river is high,
The stream is strong,
The gra** is green and tall,
And I fain but think this world of ours
Is a good world after all.
The light of pa**ion in dreamy eyes.
The page of truth well read.
The glorious thrill in a heart gone cold
of a spirit once thought dead.
The song that goes to a comrade's heart.
The tear of pride let fall.
My heart grows brave
And the world to me
Is a good world after all.
Let our enemies go by their old, dull paths
Let theirs be fault or shame.
The man who's bitter against the world
Has only himself to blame.
Let the darkest side of the past stay dark
And only good recall
For I must believe the world to be
A good world after all.
Might well be I saw too plain
Or maybe I was blind
But I'll keep my face to the dawning light
Though the devil stand behind.
Though the devil stand behind my back,
Shall I see his shadow fall,
I'll read in the light of the morning stars
A good world after all.
Rest for your eyes are weary, love
We drove the worst away.
The ghost of the man I might have been
Is gone from my heart today.
We'll live for life and the best it brings
Till our twilight shadows fall.
My heart grows brave
And the world, to me,
Is a good world after all.
My heart grows brave
And the world, to me,
Is a good world after all.