Birds that sing and the grass is always green For the promised land, so beautiful and serene The land that people dream of all the time The land by tomorrow will be mine
Everybody's gone to War again Fighting to find themselves and better days Will we find peace this way?
Diamonds bright and the glittering of gold All these things, our mother does hold(?) The richest people dream of all the time The things that by tomorrow will be mine
Everybody's gone to War again Fighting to find themselves and better days Will we find peace this way?
A want of wealth and an endless greed for Power Jealousy for the things that are not ours The things that people dream of all the time, The things that by tomorrow will be mine Everybody's gone to War again Fighting to find themselves and better days Will we find peace this way?