come on along and dream with me Back in history Back a century Back to dreams with me March, maarch, march with me Past the crooked forest Through the field of flowers
workers shot Fought as the poor for the same damn right Of their children to sleep well fed at night Oh Children of Brotherhood how you've grown But the seeds
sweetness upon each other. IV I caught a glimpse of your eyes Last night in a restless dream Awaking out of green field blue seas stars Your eyes arose like the spectres of flowers
a war to win. His army of believers was faithful, mighty and brave. Set to capture the liar, to forever enslave. His troops were marching on to the battlefield
