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| Listen children to a story that was written long ago, | |
| 'bout a kingdom on a mountain and the valley folk below, | |
| On the mountain was a treasure buried deep beneath a stone, | |
| And the valley people swore they'd have it for their very own | |
| Chorus: | |
| Go ahead and hate your neighbor Go ahead and cheat a friend, | |
| Do it in the name of heaven you could justify it in the end, | |
| There won't be any trumpets blowing come the judgment day, | |
| On the bloody morning after... One Tin Soldier rides away | |
| - - - | |
| So the people of the valley sent a message up the hill, | |
| Asking for the buried treasure, tons of gold for which they'd kill, | |
| Came an answer from the kingdom: with our brothers we will share, | |
| All the secrets of our mountain, all the riches buried there | |
| - - - | |
| Now the valley cried with anger mount your horses, draw your swords, | |
| And they killed the mountain people, so they won their just reward, | |
| Now they stood beside the treasure, on the mountain dark and red, | |
| Turned the stone and looked beneath it | |
| PEACE ON EARTH was all it said | |