Count upon the sun

As it will always watch you growing

Count upon the land

To sow the seeds in every young man

Beating on the drum

Shouting at the moon

No matter what the promise is

I\'ll never move from this old land of mine

The promise is to pay

Just watch the people try to steal

The land beneath the clay

The land on which our blood has stained the grass

Beating on the drum

Screaming at the moon

Promises, oh promises

I\'ll never move from this old land of mine

It\'s a far far cry

>From all the words of exultation

A far far cry

How each child is supposed to bе equal

I\'m amazed

As you look the othеr way

To this day

We still don`t believe

Far far cry

Beating on the drum

Far far cry

Screaming at the moon

Beating on the drum

Far far cry

How long do we need to push our brother to the ocean

How long do we need to push our sister to the sea

How many broken promises until we get the message

That until we know the equal we will never feel the free?

It\'s a far far cry

It\'s a far far cry

It\'s a far far cry

So until we know our equal

We commit our suicide

Beating on the drum

Screaming at the moon

Count upon my heart

As you can feel the earth is beating

Count upon my love

And there is heaven for the taking

Count upon the rest

Count upon the last

Count upon the past

As it will wait until we\'re coming home

Let there be peace deep like a river

Let there be dreams filling the sky

Let there be hope shout from the mountains

Like a never ending cry