Babylon (Perry Brendan)

Spirit rise to greet the sun Takes my hand and beats the drum Tries to make me understand We're as one in a sea of sand I'm praying for rain To see desert flowers again Underground the children sing In spite of what the storm may bring In their hearts a dormant seed Dreams of life beyond the reeds In our hearts and minds we see The hope that springs eternally Whilst underground the hidden stream Flows into the man machine The eagle flies up towards the sun High above the fields of Babylon In one claw he holds an olive branch for peace In the other twelve arrows for his enemies For his enemies Sons and Daughters of America You lay down your lives For the warlords of America Not for your sake not for mine