All Babies together
everyone a seed
half of us are satisfied
the other half in need
love's bountiful in us
tarnished by our greed
oh, when will there be a harvest for the world?
A nations planted
so concerned with gain
as the seasons come and go
we won't wait in vain
and far too many
feeling the strain
oh, when will there be a harvest for the world?
Dress me up for battle
when all i want is peace
those of us who pay the price
come home with the least
and nation after nation
turning into beast
oh, when will there be a harvest for the world?
When will there be,a harvest (
to fade)