the hands are reaching for the bright black morning light   our leader down on his knees right before our eyes   and suddenly      we're coming home   we're growing strong   we're coming home again   all though this little wonder      and all of you   destroyed with nothing but a stone or two   lay down your sword this boy turned gold from blue   before the men take off your crown, be true   the arrows float over us      so hear the children play   the same old song   the same old plan   and hear the old folks pray   because then you'll understand that      the sun will shine   the rain will fall   the sun will shine again   all through this little wonder      and all of you   destroyed with nothing but a stone or two   lay down your sword this boy turned gold from blue   before the men take off your crown, be true   the arrows float over us