A light there is all ought to see
The way it's meant to be:
At every dawn it comes up free!
And so it's meant to be.
A light this is all ought to see
The way it's meant to be:
When dusk is by and then it flees,
Well, so it's meant to be.
And cloud sometimes conceal its glee
And so it's meant to be;
Yet only so by due decree,
And free to some degree.
O, see the light, for all it's free
But so to some degree.