The world is fast becoming younger The news is all they've ever known They've seen the wars, the hurt, the hunger How will they choose when they are grown
What do you tell forever's children When it's their turn to hurt and heal Whatever spins a grim tornedo Can also turn a potters wheel
Take a little clay Put it on a wheel Get a little hint How God must feel
Give a little turn Listen to a spin Make it into the shape You want it in
Tell with your life the bloody story Teach to they're dreams not burning steel It's not in bombs where lies the glory But in what's shattered on the field
The potter's wheel takes love and caring Skill and patience fast and slow The works it makes are easily broken Once they survive the potter's throw
Take a little clay Put it on a wheel Get a little hint How God must feel
Give a little turn Listen to a spin Make it into the shape You want it in
Some day some children will be digging In some long forgotten ground And they'll find our civilisation Or what's left of it to be found
They'll find the weapons of destruction But buried deeper in the hole They'll find a message and a promise In the sand, the potter's bowl
Take a little clay Put it on a wheel Get a little hint How God must feel
Give a little turn Listen to a spin Make it into the shape You want it in
Earth and fire and wind conspire With human hands, and love, and fireTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
