Monseque
The ghetto's hungry people cry
Food is wasted on the hill
Hands stretched upwards to the sky
That hill seems high and higher still
Summer's gone and winter's near
The valley's restless, you can hear
Seems lest they batter, burn and kill
Till their hungry mouths are filled
There'll be no city on the hill
There might be time to change the course
Let's appoint a meeting place
Till hill and valley wears the cross
And cleanse each other of disgrace
This land's a model of the world
That's been a dream that's been ignored
But let's take haste and settle bills
Till their hungry mouths are filled
There'll be no city on the hill (Repeat and fade)
1 | The All Golden |
2 | Opportunity For Two |
3 | John Jones |
4 | The Four Mills Brothers |
5 | Clang Of The Yankee Reaper |
6 | Bing Crosby |
7 | By The People |
8 | The Attic |
9 | Come Along |
10 | Black Gold |