End All Your Wars – Michel Montecrossa

The winds they were blowin’,
they sang me a song
‘bout things our time should set free.
And they did sing it loud
and strong and pure:
“End all your wars, your wars,
your wars.
End all your nonsense
and hatred and crime.”

I was drivin’ alone
through a country unknown
but soon found some men to follow me.
And we traveled on and on and on,
on with the wind, with the wind,
with the wind.
Strong was the wind
and the air and the sun.

The winds they were blowin’,
they sang us a song
‘bout things our time should set free.
And they did sing it
loud and strong and pure:
“End all your wars, your wars,
your wars.
End all your nonsense
and hatred and crime.”

But sometimes I looked back
to the place we came from
and saw our cities in flames.
And saw the temple
rising from dust and pain,
and heard all the songs, all the songs,
all the songs,
heard the songs of peace
and of Love and of Her.

The winds they were blowin’,
they sang me a song
‘bout things our time should set free.
And they did sing it
loud and strong and pure:
“End all your wars, your wars,
your wars.
End all your nonsense
and hatred and crime.”