Oh, a million marching armies and a million marching men
Have won the dark-skinned countries and lost them back again
But now the word has gone to every fallen land
That this old world is changing hands
From the master to the servant, from the owner to the slave
Colonial days are buried in a deep and dirty grave
It's so easy to see and well to understand
That this old world is changing hands
Hey, Washington and Jefferson and Patrick Henry, too
They knew what they were doing when they started something new
It was in this giant land of ours that it all began
When this old world was changing hands
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From the master to the servant, from the owner to the slave
Colonial days are buried in a deep and dirty grave
It's so easy to see and well to understand
That this old world is changing hands
Hey, when World War II was rolling by, the tide was on its way
Many countries had to listen to the words they had to say
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Caribbean shores, no longer can be counted as the spoils of the wars. They were bought and sold
together, now together they will stand, cause this old world is changing hands. From the master to
the servant, from the owner to the slave, colonial days are buried in a deep and dirty grave.
It's so easy to see, and well to understand, that this old world is changing hands,
that this old world is changing hands.