Nana Mouskouri - The Power And The Glory lyrics

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Church steeples, songs of a bird

Soft crying nobody heard

Lives are passed around,

Eyes lookes at the ground

Wind can whistle cold,

And rich men don't grow old

CHORUS

The seed is sown, no harvest to collect

Just second-class of factory reject

And four of you, the power and the glory

Hearts breaking, don't make a sound

Landlord buys ten acres of ground

Castles in the air, climb them if you dare

Look, don't try to see me, to be is not to be

Repeat chorus

For some it's cold, for some it's warm

For some it's sunny

While men still look in the street outside

For milk and honey

Repeat chorus ( twice)