The Man Who Would Be King - John Stewart (1939 - 2008)
Oh it’s time to tell the children
That it’s not about the war
It’s not about the winning,
It’s not about the score
It’s time to tell the children
That it’s not about the rings
That we put upon the fingers
Of the man who would be king
That it’s not about the war
It’s not about the winning,
It’s not about the score
It’s time to tell the children
That it’s not about the rings
That we put upon the fingers
Of the man who would be king
Oh it’s time to tell the children
That it’s not about the gold
It’s not about the money
Things that are bought and sold
It’s time to tell the children
That they don’t mean a thing
Like the rings upon the fingers
Of the man who would be king
That it’s not about the gold
It’s not about the money
Things that are bought and sold
It’s time to tell the children
That they don’t mean a thing
Like the rings upon the fingers
Of the man who would be king
Oh it’s time to tell the children That it’s not about the plan
To see who is the richest
Or the baddest in the land
It’s time to tell the children
That the birds upon the wing
They would never give their power
To the man who would be king
They would never give their power
To the man who would be king
To see who is the richest
Or the baddest in the land
It’s time to tell the children
That the birds upon the wing
They would never give their power
To the man who would be king
They would never give their power
To the man who would be king
Don’t you realize? When you see the clues
Right before your eyes On the evening news
Don’t you realize? That the children know
What the children see Is where the children go
Oh it’s time to tell the children
That it is about the heart
That it is about the people
Of this world we are apart
That it is about forgiving
Those who stole the rings
To put upon the fingers
Of the man who would be king
Right before your eyes On the evening news
Don’t you realize? That the children know
What the children see Is where the children go
Oh it’s time to tell the children
That it is about the heart
That it is about the people
Of this world we are apart
That it is about forgiving
Those who stole the rings
To put upon the fingers
Of the man who would be king
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