A New Jerusalem

I look out the window and I see a Merrie land

One with toils and troubles and which is trying to understand

Is there still a place in the garden for the faded English rose?

Or a bar stool for the working man when the factory gates are closed

What happens then?

Maybe we need to start again

With a new Jerusalem

I look to the journals and the diaries of old

The words of Alfred and William in black and white and gold

I see angels in the trees and on the streets of every town

I walk Midsummer Avenue to watch the sun go down

And soon my friend

The sun will rise again

Over a new Jerusalem

I look to the greenwoods and I wonder what’s to come

In the fight for cleaner water and for a brighter sun

The day breaks through the darkness and we join the march toward

For the seed of an idea is mightier than the sword

And than the pen

Oh we will meet again

In a new Jerusalem

I look out the window and I see an empty page

I’m escaping from the old world like a songbird from a cage

I’ve had my fill of bars and walls and fake fluorescent light

I want to hear the birds and read some words and see the stars at night

I say amen

It’s time to start again

With a new Jerusalem