And here at the end of the day
Wild winds blow, and the treetops sway, as the protesters play
The only song they know
And here cross the ocean wide
Rain beats down like drums
Since the night they tried to make parallels collide
A little bit of love, A little bit of light on their side
A little bit of pain, a little bit of rain to be grateful for
Here in the streets there's a thousand ways to make the world hear what the kings refuse to see
That we will always be
Free
And here at the end of the day
Wild winds blow, and the treetops sway, as the protesters play
The only song they know
A little bit of love, A little bit of light on their side
A little bit of pain, a little bit of rain to be grateful for
Here in the streets there's a thousand ways to make the world hear what the kings refuse to see
That we will always be
Free