As long as I live
This message I give
To the people from birth
On this war-stricken Earth
Someday it will all cease
When finally there is peace.

It isn’t much to ask
Drink it deeply from a flask
Let it be all that you know
Keep it with you when you grow
It’ll come as a surprising caprice
That golden blooming era of peace.

You won’t get it from the boss
War; what a tragic loss
In the hearts that hate, but it is never too late.
To those that are willing to change
This world of which we’ll be sure to rearrange
You won’t get it from the coppers and brutal police
I speak of nothing else but that golden word, “peace”.