Here we are on the field of our fathers
Ground still soaked with the indictment of Cain
I hear a cry, and it's the voice of my brother
He sings a song of lament for his slain
I hear another song; it's the anthem of children
Sounding faint from a distance
It crescendos with time
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
All we are fighting for is food for moth and rust
Let's plant a garden so the hungry can eat
Put your sword upon the anvil
Your sword upon the anvil with me
Eye to eye at the line drawn for battle
Hand to hand or heart to heart
The sword is raised; there is death in its shadow
An awful sound, the command is to charge
I hear another sound; it's the anthem of children
And if everyone listened,
We'd have peace in our day
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
All we are fighting for is food for moth and rust
Let's plant a garden so the hungry can eat
Put your sword upon the anvil
Your sword upon the anvil with me
Hasten the day of the Lion and the Lamb
One warless world will have a cost
We'll find the way in the footsteps of a Man
And the anvil at the foot of His cross
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
All we are fighting for is food for moth and rust
Let's plant a garden so the hungry can eat
Put your sword upon the anvil
Your sword upon the anvil with me