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?