Rotates the Globe Revolves the Globe Yet a plain ground it is For all our plays and fights; Indeed, enigma of nature – it is. Rotates the Globe Revolves the Globe Yet the great bowl seldom spills Though waves lashes and retreats; Indeed, enigma of nature – it is. Home on the Globe Grave inside the Globe Yet man’s rockets reach space And return to enrich him; Indeed, wonder of science – it is. Home on the Globe Grave inside the Globe Yet man could split atoms And steal the hidden energy; Indeed, wonder of science – it is. Home on the Globe Grave inside the Globe Yet man’s rockets hit cities And rip apart bodies and minds; Indeed, beastliness of man – it is. Home on the Globe Grave inside the Globe Yet man could split humanity And build walls all around; Indeed, beastliness of man – it is. Rotates the Globe Revolves the Globe Yet can shake when it wants Turning temples to rubbles; Indeed, fury of nature – it is. Rotates the Globe Revolves the Globe Yet can splash its bowl when it wants Swallowing all that comes in the way; Indeed, fury of nature – it is.