The Promised Land

It was early in the morning
And our ship was still at sea
With a lifetime far behind us we were free
We had strong hearts and a faith
In our good Lord’s guiding hands;
The mist before us cleared, and we saw the promised land
With our brothers and our sisters
We soon forged into the land
Building towns and cities far beyond our dreams
As the tree which reaches to the sky
The child who learns to stand
So we had men of vision to create the promised land
But the vision soon became
One man’s view of wealth and fame
And the gun became what wisdom used to be
So the struggle had begun
Which has never yet been won
Hear the people, hear them saying, «Are we free?»
So God bless you, my promised land
Let nothing you dismay
For the hand that guides our fortunes has strange ways
And when the fight is over
And the judgment is at hand
Please don’t forget our brothers
Far beyond the promised land