(Judy) The birds they sang at break of day Start again, I heard them say Nor dwell on what has passed away Or what is yet to be
The wars they will be fought again The holy dove be caught again Bought and sold and bought again Until we set them free
Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack in everything The light behind to see
Add up the parts, not yours the sum Strike up the march, there is no drum Every heart to love must come Like a refugeeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
