In our garden, poppies bloom pink, yellow, blue And the fruit ripen red beneath the summer sun On the farm we would plant and nothing seemed to change But we'd starve if we never got no rain Oh, our past might be written down But our story goes on and on In our hearts there is still a dream Of what might have been At the ends of the earth, at the bottom of the sea Buried treasure right beneath our feet At the base of the mountain, your path is clear On the face you had better watch your step The pace of progress pulls ahead full steam Hands of time keep on spinning round Looking back it seems just like a dream Of a place we never will see In the suburbs everything is neat and clean And the houses all look the same to me In the part of the city where no one likes to live Beats a heart that has nothing left to give Oh, the paint might be peeling away And the wind shuffling papers around Downtown on the city streets Yeah, the buildings are crumbling down And the businesses have closed their doors All the young ones have grown and gone So go the seeds we had sown www.mooji.org