Although, it would seem that I sing out ot anger,
And I don't deny that I possess this very human tendency,
What is more important to me,
Is that I sing out of my great love for other human beings.
I dream of a world when all men are brothers,
Where labor is free from the slavery it knows;
Where war is a word that remembers the past,
And peace is the future that never grows old.
Where nations are one and united together
To conquer the miseries that ravage mankind;
For love knows no boundaries,
And misery no color,
We'll all stand as one and as one we will fight.
Prisons and tortures can't kill what's inside us,
Though tyrants assail us behind and before,
Like flowers in June we'll arise to the struggle;
Too strong to be vanquished, we'll build a new world.
I dream of a world when all men are brothers,
Where labor is free from the slavery it knows;
Where war is a word that remembers the past,
And peace is the future that never grows old.
And I don't deny that I possess this very human tendency,
What is more important to me,
Is that I sing out of my great love for other human beings.
I dream of a world when all men are brothers,
Where labor is free from the slavery it knows;
Where war is a word that remembers the past,
And peace is the future that never grows old.
Where nations are one and united together
To conquer the miseries that ravage mankind;
For love knows no boundaries,
And misery no color,
We'll all stand as one and as one we will fight.
Prisons and tortures can't kill what's inside us,
Though tyrants assail us behind and before,
Like flowers in June we'll arise to the struggle;
Too strong to be vanquished, we'll build a new world.
I dream of a world when all men are brothers,
Where labor is free from the slavery it knows;
Where war is a word that remembers the past,
And peace is the future that never grows old.
envoyé par Alessandro - 24/3/2010 - 15:59
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Album "Bill McAdoo Sings, Volume II", Folkways Records