The Good Earth — текст песни (Monkees)

When I was a child and the road was dark and the way was long and alone,

My heart would lift as I turned the bend and saw the lights of home.

Now high above in a silent sky,

In a still and starry space,

A man looks down on the earth below,

And that blue and green and shining glow,

To him is the lights of home.



Its the good earth, yes the good earth.

Its a land of sun and rain and snow,

And mulberry trees and mistletoe,

And burning plains and raging seas,

And sunday morning taking your ease,

Watching your children grow.



Its the good earth, yes the good earth,

Where we fought and loved and killed and died,

And ruined and ravished the countryside,

But now, from a million miles away,

From another world thats cold and gray,

Someone is able to look and say,

"thats the good earth."



So isnt it time we stopped the tears?

Weve lived together for thousands of years,

And whether Im wrong, and whether youre right,

Whether youre black, and whether Im white,

One day well stand on the edge of the world,

And someone will ask us the land of our birth,

And well look into his eyes and quietly say:

"its the good earth, yes the good earth."



Why cant we be good on the good earth?