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Why not feed the people everywhere
And let the peace begin?
Turn your swords to plowshares everywhere
And feed the people

When the far away
the score

There's an army rising up
Empty hands, plow-shares for tongues
We'll die a death of a thousand cuts
As proof of love

Quick! buy some bullets
to the dead
Beat swords into plowshares
and grain into bread
We howl at the moonlight
Until we've been fed
And take bitter pills with a smile
It happens once in
who doesn't have a father

I hope the Prince of peace is coming soon.
Yeah, I hope the Prince of peace is coming soon.
We'll learn to make a plowshare
weapons, and they hammer their plowshares into swords,
Waiting for the final goodbye.
The claim of the wicked, hiding high in concealment,
Is that god is
learn to make a plowshare from a gun
Cause we won't need them when the kingdom comes

When the Communists turn into the terrorists
But the axis came
plowshares
That's plowshares enough to go round
Our tilling will churn up the borders
And bring the fences down
pounded out my plowshares for a field of stone 

Please release me from this misery and pain 
Send down the thunder Lord 
Send down the rain 
Fly me
Swords to plowshares and back to swords again
I'll mend them sails for Long Ben or Hannover
The walls of Troy lies shattered they'll build them up and then
all my brothers
Create a world with no fear
Together we cry happy tears
See the nations turn their swords into plowshares

We could really get
big and strong 
How to grow up big and strong 

Strong man beat the plowshare 
He forges sword 
He take the flower and he curse the thorn 
He
the nations turn their swords into plowshares

We could really get there
If you cared enough for the living
Make a little space
To make a better place
the nations turn their swords into plowshares

We could really get there
If you cared enough for the living
Make a little space
To make a better place
brothers
Create a world with no fear
Together we cry happy tears
See the nations turn their swords into plowshares

We could really get there
If you
together and there was peace in the land 
And swords became plowshares 'cause there were no enemies 
And I woke up and wondered, God why can't we 

Why
his old black dog
As we piled on in and cut out through
That late November fog

Dull as a plowshare rusting in the yard
Old Cotton grinned and waved
heaven he'll burst 
With his heavenly host from the East 

Weapons to plowshares, hate turns to love, 
Descending from heaven he'll sweep down to us 
In
spacious skies
But now those skies are threatening
They're beating plowshares into swords
For this tired old man that we elected king
Armchair warriors
spacious skies
But now those skies are threatening
They're beating plowshares into swords
For this tired old man that we elected king
Armchair warriors
spacious skies
But now those skies are threatening
They're beating plowshares into swords

For this tired old man that we elected king
Armchair warriors
a lotus-eater, a plow-share beater,
A rack-jobber and an old grave robber,
A strip miner, a big headliner,
A charge-card diner and he comes from Carolina.
Colored banners, color kills
What color is the blood that spills
If we don't see it no one will
Under one big sky
Guns and plowshares, promise
race, every gender
 Beat our swords into plowshares on the anvil of a pure heart
 We gotta have honest answers and the courage to take our chances
If plowshares could speak and the lost seek
They would find themselves together
When the new world comes the face of the sun
New wine for all

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