Can you try just to draw such a feeling
When your pencils and ink are too dry
The same tale to tell all the children
But a different ending to find
Can you walk in the shoes of the greedy
And forget that she still has my eyes
Now you dare to see right thru me
And say that I just left behind
I'll be marching this sunday to the hills
Don't you think all my guns will be kind
It can happen one way or another
You won't hide from the cripple and blind
I'll be marching up this hill for you, kid
Got to tell you I prayed all this time
I'll be marching up this hill for you kid
I'll be 'round till the day that I die