(verse 1)
Lord, I ve never lived where churches grow,
I loved creation better as it stood,
That day you finished it so long ago,
And looked upon your work and called it good,
(verse 2)
I know that others find you in the light,
That sifted down through tinted window panes,
And yet I seem to feel you near tonight
In this dim, quiet starlight on the plains,
(verse 3)
I thank you, Lord, that I m placed so well,
That you ve made my freedom so complete,
That I m no slave to whistle, clock or bell,
Nor weak eyed prisoner of Wall Street,
(verse 4)
Just let me live my life as I ve begun,
And give me work that s open to the sky,
Make me a partner of the wind and sun,
And I won t ask a life that s soft or high,
(verse 5)
Let me be easy on the man that s down,
Let me be square and generous with all,
I m careless sometimes, Lord, when I m in town,
But never let em say I m mean or small