Listen Childern , to a story that was written
long ago,
'bout a kingdom on a mountain and the valley -folk below.
On the mountain was a treasure buried deep beneath the
stone, and the valley-people swore they'd have it for their very own.
Go ahead and hate your neighbor, go ahead and cheat a
freind. Do it in the name of Heaven, you can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumptes blowing come the judgement
day, on the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.
So the people of the valley sent a message up the hill,
asking for the buried treasure, tons of gold for which they'd kill.
Came an answer from the kingdom, "with our brothers we
will share all the secrets of our mountain,all the riches buried there."
Go ahead and hate your neighbor, go ahead and cheat a
friend. Do it in the name of Heaven, you can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing come the judgment
day, on the bloody morning after.....
One tin soldier rides away.
Now the valley cried with anger, "Mount your horses! Draw
your sword! and they killed the mountian-people, so they won their just reward.
Now they stood beside the treasure, On the mountain, dark
and red. Turned the stone and looked beneath it..
"Peace on Earth"... was all it said.
Go ahead and hate your neighbor, go ahead and cheat a
friend. do it in the name of Heaven, you can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpts blowing come the judgement
day, on the bloody morning after.....
One tin soldier rides away.
