Listen, children, to a story   That was written long ago   About a Kingdom on a mountain   And a valley folk down below      On the mountain was a treasure   Buried deep beneath a 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      But there won't be any trumpets blowing   Come the judgment 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 riches of our mountain   All the secrets buried there?      Now the valley swore with anger   ?Mount your horses, draw your swords?   And they killed the mountain people   So they won their just rewards      Now 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 judgment day   On the bloody morning after   One tin soldier rides away      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 judgment day   On the bloody morning after   One tin soldier rides away