The brooding ghosts of Australian night Have gone from the bush and the town My spirit revives in the morning breeze Though it died when the sun went down The river's high and the stream is strong And the grass is green and tall And I fain would think that this world of ours Is a good world after all And I fain would think that this world of ours Is a good world after all The light of passion in dreamy eyes And a page of truth well read The glorious thrill in a heart grown cold Of the spirit I thought was dead A song that goes to a comrade's heart And a tear of pride let fall And my soul is strong, and the world to me Is a grand world after all And my soul is strong, and the world to me Is a grand world after all It well may be that I sought to blame Or it may be I was blind But I'll keep my face to the dawning light Though the devil stand behind Let the darkest sigh of the past be dark And only good recall For I must believe that the world my dear Is a kind world after all My heart grows brave, and the world to me Is a good world after all