Текст песни The Monkees - The Good Earth
The Monkees - The Good Earth слова песни
When I was a child and the road was dark and the way was long and alone,My heart would lift as I turned the bend and saw the lights of home.Now high above in a silent sky,In a still and starry space,A man looks down on the earth below,And that blue and green and shining glow,To him is the lights of home.It`s the good earth, yes the good earth.It`s a land of sun and rain and snow,And mulberry trees and mistletoe,And burning plains and raging seas,And Sunday morning taking your ease,Watching your children grow.It`s the good earth, yes the good earth,Where we fought and loved and killed and died,And ruined and ravished the countryside,But now, from a million miles away,From another world that`s cold and gray,Someone is able to look and say,"That`s the good earth."So isn`t it time we stopped the tears?We`ve lived together for thousands of years,And whether I`m wrong, and whether you`re right,Whether you`re black, and whether I`m white,One day we`ll stand on the edge of the world,And someone will ask us the land of our birth,And we`ll look into his eyes and quietly say:"It`s the good earth, yes the good earth."Why can`t we be good on the good earth?