Gretel Pum 1993 Secret Skies Secret skies of your sweet May The seasons paint your day Create a world of Truth and Light Where nations sleep, are blind or fight. The new born baby cradles love His colours are our Holy blood Screams of anguish cries of pain When will the world learn to care again? Earth is solid, soil is secure All else living is obscure We look up to the morning sun When the seasons change one by one. Melting planet, dying Earth Cities go crazy for what it’s worth. Amidst the flurry of life in haste Who stops to salvage all the waste? Only secret skies can map the way If only we’d listen and start to play Is it too late for us to see The rainbow of souls when they are set free? So, secret skies of your sweet May Please show us how to dance and play Point us towards another way Under your secret skies today.