It was a small country church
That I may never see again
Yes I was guided in its prayers
To the thoughts of waring men
I saw the war in Viet Nam
I still hear the children cry
And the colours in the window
Fell where my memories lie
I knelt there beside the light
And drifting in my years
I saw the ravages of war
And I cried a thousand tears
If hope lies beyond mans folly
We must always have tomorrow
Where the gentleness of woman
Can baptise a soldiers sorrow
It was just a small window
That I was looking through
Yet it bore an old reflection
Of some memories I knew
I believe the window of peace
Where threads of life unlock
Will shine for all humanity
At the window in Bruce Rock
