The Red Rose

The wise old man can die
Knowing his work will be done
The intellectual sleeps
Knowing a new age has begun

Hands will rise again
Not in protest but in happiness
Peace will triumph, justice will triumph

We will learn the error of our ways
And realise what we have always have known
When this beuatiful red rose has finally grown
When we no longer fear it
When we can be proud we planted it
When all the nations of the world can understand it
When we can sing to crowd of people and hear them call back to us
We have bulilt a new jerusulem

Then this red rose can flower
And never die