The Land Of Plenty Lyrics by Leonard Cohen
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Don’t really know who sent me
To raise my voice and say:
May the lights in The Land of Plenty
Shine on the truth some day.

I don’t know why I come here,
Knowing as I do,
What you really think of me,
What I really think of you.

For the millions in a prison,
That wealth has set apart –
For the Christ who has not risen,
From the caverns of the heart –

For the innermost decision,
That we cannot but obey -
For what’s left of our religion,
I lift my voice and pray:
May the lights in The Land of Plenty
Shine on the truth some day.

I know I said I’d meet you,
I’d meet you at the store,
But I can’t buy it, baby.
I can’t buy it anymore.

And I don’t really know who sent me,
To raise my voice and say:
May the lights in The Land of Plenty
Shine on the truth some day.

I don’t know why I come here,
knowing as I do,
what you really think of me,
what I really think of you.

For the innermost decision
That we cannot but obey
For what’s left of our religion
I lift my voice and pray:
May the lights in The Land of Plenty
Shine on the truth some day.
Don’t really know who sent me  To raise my voice and say:  May the lights in The Land of Plenty  Shine on the truth some day.    I don’t know why I come here,  Knowing as I do,  What you really think of me,  What I really think of you.    For the millions in a prison,  That wealth has set apart –  For the Christ who has not risen,  From the caverns of the heart –    For the innermost decision,  That we cannot but obey -  For what’s left of our religion,  I lift my voice and pray:  May the lights in The Land of Plenty  Shine on the truth some day.    I know I said I’d meet you,  I’d meet you at the store,  But I can’t buy it, baby.  I can’t buy it anymore.    And I don’t really know who sent me,  To raise my voice and say:  May the lights in The Land of Plenty  Shine on the truth some day.    I don’t know why I come here,  knowing as I do,  what you really think of me,  what I really think of you.    For the innermost decision  That we cannot but obey  For what’s left of our religion  I lift my voice and pray:  May the lights in The Land of Plenty  Shine on the truth some day.