The ferris wheel was lit tonight
      and in the Melbourne sky
it sparkled bright like cellophane;
     the stars hid in reply.

The moon no longer blazed, fire-red,
     for rain had quenched the ground,
and stillness sat with dancing light
     in quaint, harmonious sound.

Why night must come, the stars can't say -
     they dazzle all the while;
yet city lights distract our eyes
     and paint the evening's smile.

And ferris wheels - bright, moving, bright -
     share with the night their hue,
yet quietness echoes with peace
     and space has beauty too.

And so I sat while nighttime sang;
     the Sovereign of the Day
gives light and shade alike and proves
     His glory in each way.