More or less as sung by John Broomhall:

Time is a tempest and we are all travellers.
We are all travellers; we are all travellers.
Time is a tempest and we are all travellers,
Travelling on through the storm.

(Chorus) So lift up your voices and sing of the wind and rain.
Sing of the wind and rain; sing of the wind and rain.
Lift up your voices and sing of the wind and rain,
Travelling on through the storm.

They've poisoned the oceans, and dammed the great rivers.
Bulldozed each jungle, they're takers, not givers.
They say that it's progress; well, it gives me the shivers.
We're in for a winter that's cold.

Our cities are crowded; the forests have fallien
War clouds above, angry voices keep calling.
Five minutes to midnight is no time for stalling.
Just time to share your love.

(Chorus)

So we'll keep our arms wide through all kinds of weather,
Where there's sorrow and suff'ring may we be there together,
And we'll turn this around though it takes us forever,
What else in the world can we do?

There are places of beauty with pathways to guide us,
Sunrise and sunsets are never denied us,
Deep in our hearts, no walls divide us
We may yet find our way through the stars.

(Chorus)

Taken from https://rainbowfusionenterprises.com/time-is-a-tempest/ where there are also links to two performances by Broomhall.