Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Brothers, sisters, one day we'll all be free

From fighting; violence; people crying in the street

When the angels from above

Fall down and spread their wings like doves

We'll walk hand in hand

Sisters, brothers, we'll make it to the Promised Land



You and I

We'll walk the land

And as one, and as one

We'll take our stand



When the angels from above

Fall down and spread their wings like doves

We'll walk hand in hand

Sisters, brothers, we'll make it to the Promised Land