Smalltown Poets - One Of These Days текст песни

When time shall slip it's cog in place
And spin it's line of lovely lace
Then love and peace come face to face
One of these days


When sorrow can nowhere be found
And greed shall lay it's weapons down
And hate give up without a sound
One of these days


When love by tender instrument
Through circumstance and incident
Shall peace and joy again invent
One of these days


To see this from within the soul
We must be patient and consoled
To know the joy that's ours to hold
One of these days


And so with earnest inward eyes
We man the post where duty lies
And seek to win the precious prize
One of these days


One of these days…