Spirit rise to greet the sun Takes my hand and beats the drum Tries to make me understand We are as one in a sea of sand I'm praying for rain To see desert flowers again Underground the children sing In spite of what the storm may bring In their hearts a dormant seed Drems of life beyond the reeds In our hearts and mind we see The hope that sprins eternally Whilst undeground the hidden stream Flows into the man machine. The eagle flies up towards the sun High above the fields of babylon In one claw he holds an olive branch for peace In the other, twelve arrows for his enemies Sons and daughters of America You lay down your lives For the warlords of America Not for your sake and not for mine The locust is born upon the wing It's hunger seems as boundless As the great river plain Where the tigris weaves its way toward the sea Through a great desert in the heart of mankind