Behind the dirt

Sprawled before us

Behind narrow eyes

And faces of fat

Beyond those hands

Opened or closed

That strain in vain

Nor raise thier fists

Further than frontiers

That barb our path

Further than misery 

We must look



We must look at

What is beauty

The grey sky or blue

The women by the stream

The faithful friend

Tomorrow's sun

The fly to the swallow

The boat that returns

The faithful friend

Tomorrow's sun

The fly to the swallow

The boat that returns



Beyond the concert

Of sobbs and tears

Of cries of anger

Of men in fear

Beyond the din of

Streets and singers

Of warning sirens

Of swearing porters

Stronger than children

Who recount the wars

And stronger than 

The great who've made us make them



We must listen to

The bird in the wood

THe murmer of summer 

The rising of blood

THe mother soft songs

The childrens prayer 

And the noise of the earth

Gently falling to sleep

THe mother soft songs

The childrens prayer 

And the noise of the earth

Gently falling to sleep



We must listen 

We must look