When all the trees have gone

And all the rivers dried

Don't despair, when all the flowers have died

For I have heard that there's a garden, somewhere

When you hear the children cry

When you see them die

And mother can't sing a lullaby

I can smell, blessed, warm spring rain

We are young, we are old

Although what we have, can't be bought or sold

And we are paying for your crimes

Oh but every day, in every way

We get better all the time

And when everything is gone

And you've lost all hope

And you have come to the end of your road

Well I believe that the flowers will bloom again

We are young, we are old

Although what we have, can't be bought or sold

And we are paying for your crimes

Oh but every day, in every way, we get better all the time

Yes everyday, in every way, we get better all the time

Yes everyday, in every way, we get better all the time