Quiet Place - Working For A Nuclear Free City

Cross the lines down shifting lights,

Catch it’s breath a stream of life,

The tallest trees stretch to the sea,

And to the edge where shadows meet.

A quiet place and nature’s way,

A season comes and whispers life,

Still born again into golden dreams,

A Hiding place beneath blue skies.

Cross the lines down shifting lights,

Catch it’s breath a stream of life,

The tallest trees stretch to the sea,

And to the edge where shadows meet.