| A | |
| Every drop of golden rain |
| That drives away the singing pain |
| Like the wizards skill full hands |
| A drop could heal this ailing land |
| A | |
| Like a little mustard seed |
| Sown with all you noble deeds |
| Though alone you have a home |
| A shining throne |
| The winds have shown |
| Here and hereafter |
| The innocents laughter |
| The leave will turn green |
| I have seen, I have seen |
| Chorus: |
| E | F#m | E | D | |
| All your t | ears,a | ll your t | ears |
| E | F#m | |
| The agel | ess years |
| E | |
| The war,,the hate |
| D | |
| Come | change in fate |
| (it;s getting late) |
| Adlib: A |
| A | |
| pEace will come to hold this line |
| and heal the wounds of passive time |
| And reapt the fruit in season |
| And shed the rhyme and reason |
| A | |
| Set the sound of homily |
| To holding hands in unity |
| You can see the clear blue sky |
| Do yo believe love never dies? |
| (repeat chorus) |