America, you're too young to die,
England you're too old to cry.
India, you shake beneath the blackened sky,
India, you're too hurt to try,
We've got the whole world in our hands.
He's got the whole world in his hand. Everybody coem on,
Everybody come on,
It's time to say we belong It's time to sing a new song.
I look at you and hear the angels cry,
Africa, you're too young to die. How can a mother free her children from disease?
The hour glass is running out of sand.
Where can a river run if it cannot clean itself?
Where can a man go, if he's fallen to his knees?
Where can a man go from the curses of his wealth?
Well everybody come on.
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