If ever we should doubt
The need to plot that course
To the promise of the promised land
If ever we should find out
About the judgements of The Bourse
Or of those groups which society banned
Step into the mud
Of the salt marsh
Or the estuary
Feel your feet sink
Your heart also
For what has slipped away
The wind, and sun
Will bring life
Where you thought love had perished
The night, the day
Both will replenish
And for that we can be grateful
