When the river flows up to the mountain When the crooked turn into the curled There’ll be plenty too many for countin’ my friend When everything’s right with the world
When we ride off into the sunset When the hero comes home with the girl We’ll be ridin’ with queens in their long limousines When everything’s right with the world
Not a word will be spoken in anger We will hold every loving cup high We will look our old enemies straight in the eye As we drink to you and I
When the presidents fold up and go home When the flags of the battle are furled We’ll tear down the temples of concrete and chrome When everything’s right with the world
When the arrows all fall away harmless And the slings have already been hurled We’ll unravel the road that we traveled from home When everything’s right with the world
When the rumor turns into a reason And the ghosts of rebellion have swirled We won’t need any proof to follow the truth When everything’s right with the World