I've been raised on fear and hate and war
Clichés and platitudes and metaphors
The young men die in the old man's cause
Small man pays for the big man's loss
Now I pray these days have passed because
They were seen through the eyes of children
Blind men rule as we've all seen
Scorch our world and make their world green
Fat grow fat and lean grow lean
When we're tempted by their great machine
Let's remember that we're bein' seen
Through the eyes of little children
Sha la la la, sha la la la, ah, ahhh
Sha la la la, la la la
Sha la la la, sha la la la -ah, ahhh
Sha la la la, la la la
Brown and yellow, black and white
The Arab and the Israelite
Disagree and began to fight
Ain't we all a silly sight
To be tryin' to teach wrong from right
To the eyes of little children
So now my children ask of me
When I grow up what will my world be?
Not so good, please wait and see
While we wait you can pray for me
Make my life a better thing to see
Through the eyes of little children
Oooh, oooh, oooh, ohhh
Oooh, oooh, oooh, ooh
Oooh, oooh, oooh, ohhh
Oooh, oooh, oooh, ooh
Through the eyes of children
