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into plowshares with grace And the mothers and fathers will follow As the children are leading the way Forging warriors of peace Warriors of peace
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
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
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
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
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
plowshares That's plowshares enough to go round Our tilling will churn up the borders And bring the fences down
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
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
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
plowshares And the Prince Of Peace shall Give the last command When King Jesus comes to live with us again He will show His righteous love to every man Wars
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
And swords became plowshares cause There were no enemies And I woke up and wondered, God why can't we Why can't we, why can't we I can love you and you can
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
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