When all the trees have gone
And all the rivers dried
Don't despair, when all the flowers have died
For I have heard that there's a garden, somewhere
When you hear the children cry
When you see them die
And mother can't sing a lullaby
I can smell, blessed, warm spring rain
We are young, we are old
Although what we have, can't be bought or sold
And we are paying for your crimes
Oh but every day, in every way
We get better all the time
And when everything is gone
And you've lost all hope
And you have come to the end of your road
Well I believe that the flowers will bloom again
We are young, we are old
Although what we have, can't be bought or sold
And we are paying for your crimes
Oh but every day, in every way, we get better all the time
Yes everyday, in every way, we get better all the time
Yes everyday, in every way, we get better all the time