Monday

don't hate your neighbor

my mama used to sing me this song
and as i was falling asleep last night
{or trying to}
it kept coming to mind and even
at one point
brought tears to my eyes because
amongst us,
in our society and
even
in the church,
it rings true...

Listen, children, to a story
That was written long ago,
'Bout a kingdom on a mountain
And the valley-folk below.

On the mountain was a treasure
Buried deep beneath the stone,
And the valley-people swore
They'd have it for their very own.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.

So the people of the valley
Sent a message up the hill,
Asking for the buried treasure,
Tons of gold for which they'd kill.

Came an answer from the kingdom,
"With our brothers we will share
All the secrets of our mountain,
All the riches buried there."

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.

Now the valley cried with anger,
"Mount your horses! Draw your sword!"
And they killed the mountain-people,
So they won their just reward.

Now they stood beside the treasure,
On the mountain, dark and red.
Turned the stone and looked beneath it...
"Peace on Earth" was all it said.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.

one tin soldier 
dennis lambert

4 comments:

  1. Oh my gosh! I remember that song. Happy Easter, Amy. xox

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  2. Just love that song ...love how your pictures too ... So very sweet

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  3. I remember that song!

    Isn't it great, having memories of songs and stories our loved ones used to tell us and sing? Wonder which, if any, my kiddos will remember.

    And that picture of Miss Pearl on your header--those blue eyes undo me every time I click over here.

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