| A little hope, so they’ll grow strong,
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| Teach them the right, cause they know wrong.
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| Little children love to sing to our music,
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| So won’t you sing them songs of life,
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| Instead of building wars and strife.
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| Love the youth,
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| Teach them truth,
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| Make them understand,
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| They are weak and they seek,
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| Loving guiding hands.
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| For so long you’ve been playing songs,
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| All along you’ve been playing wrongs.
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| Little babes will have twisted minds,
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| And the father will refuse to shine,
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| He won’t shine untill you…
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| … Teach the children love within the music,
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| A little hope, so they’ll grow strong,
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| Teach them the right, cause they know wrong.
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| Little children love to sing with our music,
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| So won’t you sing them songs of life,
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| Instead of building war and strife.
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| Love the youth,
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| Teach them truth,
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| Make them understand,
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| They are weak and they seek,
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| Loving guiding hands.
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| All so long you’ve been playing song,
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| All along you’ve been playing wrong.
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| Little babe will have twisted mind,
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| And the father will refuse to shine,
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| He won’t shine untill you…
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| … Teach the children love within your music,
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| A little hope, so they’ll grow strong,
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| Teach them the right, cause they know wrong.
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| Hey little children love to sing to our music,
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| So won’t you sing them songs of life,
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| Instead of building war and strife.
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| Why won’t you sing them songs of life,
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| Sing them songs of love. |