[Chorus]
We're rockin' in a weary land,
rockin' in a weary land.
May love guide each and every
hand,
Rockin' in a weary land, rockin'
in a weary land.
We've been shortsighted, done
so much harm,
The land stripped bare, the
poisoned arr. Some cry progress, some cry in pain.
Wild geese are flying, springtime
returns.
The breeze blows without anger,
the sun shines without blame, the sun shines without blame.
A crack in the pavement, a
wildflower breaks free,
Lifts golden blossoms to the
sun, roots run deep in mother earth.
May we learn to treasure every
gift we receive,
The changing dance of each
new day, the miracle of birth, the miracle of birth.
© 1985 by Lorraine A. Lee, Snowy Egret Music, BMI
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