| (paul cotton) | |
| There he goes he's a trader, moving | |
| On through the virgin land. | |
| Got the word from the government that it's | |
| Too late for a lowly man, to make a stand. | |
| His reasons read like a prophecy. | |
| He made them up as he went along | |
| Those who saw it as a falacy are | |
| Remembered as only dead and gone. | |
| And now we all know who was right. | |
| And the time showed who was wrong. | |
| We saw them wield all their might. | |
| I guess they knew that it wouldn't be long. | |
| I guess they knew that it wouldn't be long. | |
| He's come to change all the wilderness | |
| Change the course of the rivers too. | |
| He's not about ta stop for any rest | |
| But somebody, please say we're through | |
| Here we go again and again | |
| Save your woman, save the land | |
| Save the children, they are the future hands | |
| In the promised land | |
| They're the future hands in the promised land | |
| They're the future hands in the promised land. | |
| And now they're left without a home | |
| Somebody left them in the cold |