Song Lyrics

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There’s thunder in the mountain and flooding in the valleys
Hungry children on the streets begging in the alleys
Holy lands on fire where love admits defeat
And leaders who are lying before the ink has dried
Where compassion lies bleeding and decency has died
The tongues have been taken from the bells of celebration
Blindness is touted as divine revelation
And the rich tell us tales of their trials and tribulations
As children are being sold in shady back street deals
Made to dance or slave in the rich man’s fields

Chorus
But there’s a whisper on the wind coming from the east
And its blowing down the valleys and the streams,
And there’s a train in the distance where the rail tracks meet
Building up a head of steam
And when the wheels start rolling we’ll all be calling
From our houses built on sand,
Lord, Lord, I was there, standing at your right hand


There’s thunder in the mountain and flooding in the valleys
Vigilante courts where innocence is tried
And high places where all the guilty hide
Where a given faith or shade of skin or street where you were born
Are evidence of evil and justify all scorn
Guns are placed in the hands of babes who have to die to win
Marching on to war their fates already sealed
Their death a burning, smoking scar begging to be healed
Life gets cheap in the cities and deserts of despair
Spirits of deceit pollute the morning air

There’s thunder in the mountain and flooding in the valleys
In the favoured lands of gold, milk and honey
Where hawks hawk God’s love for the money
Selling miracles like soap and shirts on our TV screens
Dispensing damnation for the different and unseen
The truth is sold and lies are told from the cradle to the grave
And bellies stay empty and free men still own slaves
And by the money gained the wheels of war are oiled
As the lost and the hungry, the poor and in need,
Fight for breath in the swell of our greed.

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