Can you try just to draw such a feeling When your pencils and ink are too dry The same tale to tell all the children But a different ending to find Can you walk in the shoes of the greedy And forget that she still has my eyes Now you dare to see right thru me And say that I just left behind I'll be marching this sunday to the hills Don't you think all my guns will be kind It can happen one way or another You won't hide from the cripple and blind
I'll be marching up this hill for you, kid Got to tell you I prayed all this time I'll be marching up this hill for you kid I'll be 'round till the day that I die
