The brooding ghosts of Australian night
have gone from the bush and town
My spirit revives in the morning breeze
thought it died when the sun went down
The river is 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
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 saw too plain
or it may be I was blind
But I'll keep my face to the dawning light
though the devil may stand behind
Let the darkest side of the past be dark
and only the 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