See the beams of steel as they rise Higher almost touching the skies Making room for the city's wealth Brick by brick from the storage shelf Not for those who are ill of health
Men are building sand How intriguing Quite deceiving In my hand
Tearing down the forest of wood Building on the land that was good All the trees are becoming scare Beams replacing what once was grass No more sand it's been turned to glass
Men are building sand How degrading They are fading In my hand
As they build their towns made of steel Making use of things that were real Where's the patch where my garden lay? What's become of the fields we play? Asked the priest, but he wouldn't say
Men are building sand I can see them I can hear them Make the landTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
