People losing, hope dying
Babes in mothers arms crying
False ministers fake sighing
Whose future are they buying
Turn, turn, turn around
Open up the door
Yearn, yearn, yearn it down
It’s happening for sure
Zion playing military bands
Transgressing on others lands
Unite now untie all hands
Hoist up arms are banned
Turn, turn, turn around
Speak with one voice
Yearn, yearn, yearn it down
Everyone has a choice
Future earth does not need
False prophets full of greed
Uncaring while others bleed
Each growth must have seed
Turn, turn, turn around
Be one as a crowd
Yearn, yearn, yearn it down
Sing out strong and loud
When will we ever learn
Leaders deceive in their turn
Duped hope as people burn
Every voice must voice concern
Turn, turn, turn around
Open up the door
Yearn, yearn, yearn it down
It’s happening for sure |  |
