Strip the branches

Unsheathe the hatchets

The threads of friendship

Are coming off



The teeth of lawyers

Man the trenches

Bands of betrothal

Are coming off



But if we're good

If we're kind

But if we're good

Generous and kind

We'll inhabit their sunsets

Their goddesses and queens

We'll try to do the right thing



(Oh save them)

Oh save them

(Oh save them)

(Oh save them)

Oh save them

(Oh save them)



Let the children come to me



It's a harrowing world

Of adults and girls

Lashing out at the hurt

That surrounds them



With the knives drawn apart

They shatter the heart

Of anyone that dares come between them



Let the children come to me



Once a playground of swings

Then the malice set in

And reduced all the colours to winter



So we made it our own

This snow borne sorrow

And this love that stutters and splinters



Let the children come to me



Her apostles have gone

They left one by one

With no forwarding address to trace them



It's a secular world

Of adults and girls

And we ask because nothing is certain



Let the children come to me



When their feet touch the ground

Naked unbound

I want them to know they can trust me



There's so much to be ungrateful for