Spring will be coming

Replacing the snow

Waiting for summer

Forgetting the cold 

Wars have been won

But much has been lost

People continue

Forgetting

  the cost

 

And they think they know

It will never change

Things they do

They think they have to do

In the same way

As birds fly

  Men die

       

Men have been wealthy

While too many were poor

Some men spoke of freedom

But few men did more

Progress is with us

But nothing's

Really new

Love for our neighbor

Is still practiced

  By few

    

          

And they think they know

It will never change

Things they do

They think they have to do

In the same way

As birds fly

  Men die

 

Clouds will be with us 

And the sun will always shine        

Nature always changes

Yet she keeps her ancient rhime

But if we learn to understand

The power to understand

We could plan a world peace party 

Instead of pieces of parties

  Making war plans

      

Then maybe thing would change

When together we harmonize

To our own new life lines

In the Ballad of the Centuries

In the same way

As lovers sigh

   Men fly