Strip the branches Unsheathe the hatchets The threads of friendship Are coming off
The teeth of lawyers Man the trenches Bands of betrothal Are coming off
But if we’re good If we’re kind But if we’re good Generous and kind We’ll inhabit their sunsets Their goddesses and queens We’ll try to do the right thing
(Oh save them) Oh save them (Oh save them) (Oh save them) Oh save them (Oh save them)
Let the children come to me
It’s a harrowing world Of adults and girls Lashing out at the hurt That surrounds them
With the knives drawn apart They shatter the heart Of anyone that dares come between them
Let the children come to me
Once a playground of swings Then the malice set in And reduced all the colours to winter
So we made it our own This snow borne sorrow And this love that stutters and splinters
Let the children come to me
Her apostles have gone They left one by one With no forwarding address to trace them
It’s a secular world Of adults and girls And we ask because nothing is certain
Let the children come to me
When their feet touch the ground Naked unbound I want them to know they can trust me