Dear Ones,
More women
and gays need to be elected to powerful government administrations' –those who are nurturing and interested in the fine arts instead of brutal aggression,. Until this transformation occurs, peace is a
long time a comin' as we yearn for the times when our hearts were young and
gay,
Mame
Helene Smith © Copyright Lyrics 2008
Mine eyes have seen the misr'y of the wars of the world,
They are tramplin' through the vineyards where the
grapes of wrath are stored.
We have seen the fatal lightnin' of war's terrible
swift sword.
Huzzah! Peace is marching on.
Chorus
Glory, glory Earth and peace; glory, glory Earth and
peace;
Glory, glory Earth and peace; and universal love.
From the watch fires of the many circlin' camps are
acts uncouth,
Men have builted war an altar with the blood of its
own youth;
Let us strive to see the glory in what we must know is
truth.
Huzzah!
Peace is marching on.
Men have writ a fiery gospel, burnished rows of steel
and tanks,
That have fueled a vengeful fire with all its cruel
pranks,
Crushing wrongs with justice brings much more then lasting truth.
Huzzah! Peace is marching on.
They have sounded forth the trumpet that shall never
call retreat;
It is sifting out the hearts of man in battlefields
of heat.
Oh, be swift my soul to call for peace Be jubilant my feet.
Huzzah! Peace is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies peace will come and make
us free;
With a glory in our bosoms that transfigures you and
me,
As we cease to send our youths to die, let us live to
make them free.
Huzzah! Peace is marching on.
Peace is coming like the glory of a morning sea's
bright wave,
With its wisdom strong and mighty make all of us be
brave,
To stop the pow'r of war, let's not be its fett'red
slave.
Huzzah! Peace is marching on.
