Raise A Soldier From The Dead
Updated on October 19, 2012
Raise a soldier from the dead
Take him back to a time
When foreign lands were just a dream
And food grew from your own vine
Take the flag down from the pole
So the holes can all be resewn
Though light will still penetrate
The bombs will never be known
Allah Jehovah Lord!
Allah Jehovah Lord!
Allah Jehovah Lord!
Cast your prayers into the air
To be heard by Abraham’s God
Let reason pretend not to care
As long as men can be awed
Now we take him for ourselves
Because we no longer share
Heaven is too small for others
As our minds do solemnly swear
Hare Krishna Buddha Brahma!
Hare Krishna Buddha Brahma!
Hare Krishna Buddha Brahma!
Show the poor the sun and moon
And let them know they’ll be theirs soon
For nothing of this earth can be believed
Except love for the child they conceived
Show the rich diamonds and gold
Or anything else that may be sold
For nothing in the sky will they possess
So it is the ground they must undress
Allah Jehovah Lord!
Allah Jehovah Lord!
Allah Jehovah Lord!
Hare Krishna Buddha Brahma!
Hare Krishna Buddha Brahma!
Hare Krishna Buddha Brahma!