| Lyrics: | (G.Jenkins)
[Recorded December 18, 1979, Hollywood]
Where I live in the desert, it's so
peaceful and warm.
And the cares of the world drift by, like clouds reflected in a quiet
pool
But there always comes a time, when a man has to think of the future,
(War, war, war!)
Has to think of his children, (war, war, war!)
And the world they will live in (war, war, war,
war!),
I'm not sure if I can do anything to help them, but I can try, I can try.
Time to
build us a fire, seven hundred feet high,
We can fashion a fire (fire) that will reach the sky
(reach the sky)
We can feed the flames with the unkind deeds we've done (with the
fire),
'Cause we've got to get ready, for World War None.
(What we want is to burn our sins
in a sort of furnace,)
(We'll be stoking the fire with the lies we know)
All our false
suspicions we can burn them one by one
That will help us get ready for World War None.
(A
little love is more effective than a rifle,)
(A little faith will take you farther than it
can)
(The rule we follow is the one forever spoken)
(They haven't got the truth on their
lips).
Keep on feeding the fire, till the fire is hot,
With those un-neighborly feelings we
deny we've got.
Keep on trying for peace, until that peace is won.
Then you're practically
ready for World War None.
(A whispered word or touch is louder than a bugle)
(A silent
prayer is so much stronger than a sword,)
(And the bombs that can't replace the stained glass
window)
For which we should thank the good Lord, thank the good Lord)
(Thank you, thank you,
thank you)
If we cherish our fire (if we cherish our fire)
It could possibly be (it could
possibly be),
Bright enough to be seen, (bright enough to be seen)
Far across the |
