Rhythm Of The World

Everybody Put A Little Bit In (2)

Well, we’ve traveled a lot of miles
And we’ve made a lot of friends,
Sang a few songs
And we sang ’em again.

We see all kinds of people
Coming down the street.
They sing a diff’rent tune
And they walk a diff’rent beat.

And their faces tell the story
Of the places they have been.
Might just be a dime in the hand of time,
But they all put a little bit in.

Wherever you’re going, wherever you’ve been,
Ev’rybody put a little bit in.
Whatever the color of your skin,
Ev’rybody put a little bit in.
Around the world we’re all kin.
Ev’rybody put a little bit in.
Got nothing to lose, ’cause we all win
When ev’rybody puts a little bit in.

Well, we all carry treasures
That make us unique
From the culture we show
To the language we speak.

And we’re all street singers
In our own way,
With our tales to tell
And our songs to play.

And our faces tell the story
Of the places we have been.
Might just be a dime in the hand of time,
But we all put a little bit in.

Wherever you’re going, wherever you’ve been,
Ev’rybody put a little bit in.
Chinese or Pole, Egyptian or Finn,
Ev’rybody put a little bit in.
Around the world we’re all kin.
Ev’rybody put a little bit in.
Got nothing to lose, ’cause we all win
When ev’rybody puts a little bit in.

Up With People!

It happened just this morning, I was walking down the street,
The milkman and the postman and policeman I did meet.
There in ev’ry window and ev’ry single door,
I recognized people I’d never noticed before.

Up! Up with people!
You meet ‘em wherever you go,
Up! Up with People!
They’re the best kind of folks we know.
If more people were for people,
All people ev’rywhere,
There’d be a lot less people to worry about,
And a lot more people who care.

People from the south-land and people from the north,
Like a mighty army, I saw them coming forth.
‘Twas a great reunion, befitting of a king!
Then I realized people were more important than things.

Up! Up with people!… etc.

The Sound Of Peace

Is there any greater sadness than a child that’s born in fear?
What a lonely sight the world would make if the children were not here.
‘Cause they’re the universal melody the music of our soul.
We hear a symphony of heartbeats when the children say “hello”
We hear a symphony of heartbeats when the children say

See our eyes see our faces
We’re from all the different places in the world
And we share in one belief.
Hear our questions hear our choices
If you listen to our voices with your heart
You’ll hear the sound of peace.

Without us there is no future
No hope to build tomorrow
No dreams to touch the sky.
When we all sing together
We share with one another
A love that will not die.

See our eyes see our faces … etc.

The cannon and saber we’ve heard them all before.
Let the international anthem be the sound of peace not war.
It’s the sound of people showing we share in one belief.
It’s the sound of children singing this is the sound of peace.

See our eyes see our faces … etc.

If you listen to our voices with your heart
You’ll hear the sound of peace.

VERSE
Walls are falling down,
The search goes on for freedom,
And no battle sound
Will drown the drums of peace.

CHORUS
Winter whispers good-bye,
Tears of hope are in our eyes.
Could this be the rhythm of the world?

VERSE
Doors have opened up
As hearts beat with compassion.
With a little luck
We’ll all be side by side.

CHORUS
Winter whispers good-bye … etc.

BRIDGE
Le-o-le-o-le-o-lo
Feel the rhythm

VERSE
Walls are falling down,
The search goes on for freedom,
And no battle sound
Will drown the drums of peace.

CHORUS
Winter whispers good-bye,
Tears of hope are in our eyes.
Could this be the rhythm of the world?
Oh, let this be the rhythm of the world.

Coming Home

The fortress is falling, the seed has been sown
And people are building a world of their own
And these are times like we’ve never known.
Are we coming home to something?
Are we coming home coming home?

We’ve all done things we’ve lived to regret.
There’s much to forgive but never forget
And the struggle reminds us we’re still human yet.
Are we coming home…etc.

We’ve been brokers of power and seekers of gold
Captives of oil so many left in the cold
And a storm is raging in the depths of the soul.
Are we coming home…etc.

When the wall came down we were saying that day: Oh coming home.
But there’s still walls between us got to clear them away. Oh coming home.
From the cries in the townships to the tanks in the sand oh coming home.
It’s a long road ahead we must all understand. Oh coming home.
And I think there’s a feeling we may be getting on track. Oh coming home.
No future in the past and there’s no turning back. Oh coming home.

The fortress is falling the seed has been sown
And people are building a world of their own
And these are times like we’ve never known.
Are we coming home to something?
Woah are we coming home to something?
Coming home.

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