Arrows

The hands are reaching for the bright black morning light Our leader down on his knees right before our eyes And suddenly We're coming home We're growing strong We're coming home again All though this little wonder And all of you Destroyed with nothing but a stone or two Lay down your sword this boy turned gold from blue Before the men take off your crown, be true The arrows float over us So hear the children play The same old song The same old plan And hear the old folks pray Because then you'll understand that The sun will shine The rain will fall The sun will shine again All through this little wonder And all of you Destroyed with nothing but a stone or two Lay down your sword this boy turned gold from blue Before the men take off your crown, be true The arrows float over us