Deep down in my heart
There is a lot of words
Tears fall down my face
But I hear the many voices that cry in pain
I wanna tell you
Don't give it up
I wanna tell you
Don't give it up
Hear the voices
Wraps around you
All the people
Never doubt it
Hear the voices
Take a look at what's around you
All the people
We can change things never doubt it
We won't take new start
Is it just too much to ask
What does it take
'Cause I hear a million people singing the same
Turns back to front
Turns hate to love
The simple things that mean a lot
Turns rock to sand
Turns ice to snow
That's you and me about to grow
Change the pace of a magazine
Face the change of a million years
Stare in shock at what you saw
Take a breath and lock the door
Tell your children what to do
Mistakes and all they still love you
Change the pace of a magazine
Face the change of a million years
Turns rough to smooth
Turns don't to do
To reminisce turns me to you
Turns war to peace
Turns greed to need
The consequence of visionaries
You might know of the original sin
And you might know how to play with fire
But did you know of the murder committed
In the name of love you thought what a pity
Dream on white boy
Dream on black girl
Then wake up to a brand new day
To find your dreams are washed away
There was a time when I did not care
And there was a time when the facts did stand
There is a dream and held by me
Well I'm sure you had to see it's up in arms
Dream on white boy
Dream on black girl
Then wake up to a brand new day
Dream on black boy
Dream on white girl
Then wake up to a brand new day
Four long lines one darker than the rest
Each one has a purpose making borders on the land
Farmer's pride you know he works real hard
]From a small aeroplane you can see the fields
Heart shaped hedges
Japanese gardens
A place to work and grow
A place to work and grow
Four long years one leaner than the rest
The animals are fed and the pasture's dry
Farmer's pride if the weather doesn't lie
]From a small aeroplane you can see the sea
Lots of blue
Very deep blue
A place to work and grow
A place to work and grow
Johnson sees the fields from all the sides
Steel machines and black tar roads
Countryside where the spirit never dies
In his face all the history shows
Farmer's pride as the rains came down
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