For love of this world and everything in it

I dreamt St Francis sat on the steps

asking for change, but just getting wet.

And the merchants walked by, 

dressed in their cloaks,

muttering some hatreds about begging folks.

And me and George Fox rode back through the shires

over the fields and the ditches and the mires

over the hills and down through the dales

of England and Scotland and Wales.

And a voice deep within, it started to sing

about change, change, change.

For love of this world and everything in it 

and change, change, change...

-Pete Morton