Come with me on the path of peace
Bring your kids, your nephew and niece
Come with me to the mountain top
We may pause, reflect and stop
To feed a doe, or little bird
Singing tunes you’ve never heard
To sip the freshness of the stream
Bouncing off the sunshine gleam
And as we reach beyond the cloud
That hugs us in that misty shroud
We’ll have reached where eagles dare
And cast our eyes, from way up there
To see those homes, dotting the glen
Full of children, women and men
Linking arms, in a merry-go-round
Singing aloud, prancing around
Jumping hopping, hitting the ground
Screaming, laughing, safe and sound
And in their farms, where apples grow
Where cool blue streams will ebb and flow
Rushing, gushing, or winding slow
Where winds of change will always blow
Where peace does reign for man and beast
The tribe forever, content with the least
There is no famine, nor wasteful feast
For north and south, for west and east
Come with me to the island of peace
Where hope will rise, and love increase
Where wars of greed forever will cease
And the dove of peace we shall release!
