At the presence of reverend sun in the sky
There is still a place for the dark
No matter how long it continues to rain
Sun will still come to shine
Blacksmith will not put iron in the fire for ever
Iron will still come out to sell
Even when the time is still proving tough
I will still come out and praise
When the moon comes out to play
It's still written tinninly bold that tomorrow will still come
There is still hope for a dying feed
'cos the sun will not stay for long
Never give up
Always believe it is not over until you say it is over
The time of jubilation is nigh.
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