For the rust dusted stones
And burnished steel track
That takes me home
And takes me back
For a sandwich and coke
And warm coach seat
A fellow passenger’s joke
Frozen fields of summer's wheat
For the countless gone
And countless to come
The Holy Father
And his Holy Son
For the lamb in the manger
And the Eagle in flight
I thank all for all
Beneath this silver white light
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