Come and sing a simple song of freedom
Sing it like you've never sung before
Let it fill the air
Tell the people everywhere
We, the people here, don't want a war.
Hey there, Mister Black Man can you hear me?
I don't want your diamonds or your game
I just want to be someone known to you as me
And I will bet my life you want the same
Seven hundred million are you listening?
Most of what you read is made of lies
But speaking one to one, ain't it everybody's sun
To wake to in the morning when we rise?
Brother Solzhenitsyn, are you busy?
If not, won't you drop this friend a line?
And tell me if the man, who is plowing up your land
Has got the war machine upon his mind?
No doubt some folks enjoy doing battle
Like presidents, Prime ministers and kings
So let's all build them shelves where they can fight among themselves
And leave the people be who love to sing.
Let it fill the air, tell the people everywhere
We, the people, here don't want a war