It’s About Time
There’s a full moon over India and Gandhi lives again.
Who’s to say you have to lose for someone else to win?
In the eyes of all the people, the look is much the same,
for the first is just the last one when you play a deadly game.
It’s about time we realize it, we’re all in this together.
It’s about time we find out, it’s all of us or none.
It’s about time we recognize it, these changes in the weather.
It’s about time, it’s about changes, and it’s about time.
There’s a light in the Vatican window for all the world to see
and a voice cries in the wilderness and sometimes he speaks for me.
I suppose I love him most of all when he kneels to kiss the land,
with his lips upon our mother’s breast, he makes his strongest stand.
It’s about time we start to see it, the earth is our only home.
It’s about time we start to face it, we can’t make it here all alone.
It’s about time we start to listen to the voices in the wind,
it’s about time and it’s about changes and it’s about time.
There’s a man who is my brother, I just don’t know his name.
But I know his home and family because I know we feel the same.
And it hurts me when he’s hungry and when his children cry.
I too am a father, and that little one is mine.
It’s about time we begin it, to turn the world around.
It’s about time we start to make it, the dream we’ve always known.
It’s about time we start to live it, the family of man.
It’s about time, it’s about changes and it’s about time.
It’s about peace and it’s about plenty and it’s about time,
It’s about you and me together and it’s about time.
(written by John Denver)