Grieve with me Believe with me And stand upon your feet to see The world that was The things that be Our fields were green The sky was blue A golden sun And all that’s true Held us safe and warm Held us in its arms Come Grieve with me Believe with me And stand upon your feet to see The world that was The things that be The world that was Has gone away Affected, rejected Inspected and neglected Mandela, is that you? But Grieve with me Believe with me And stand upon your feet to see The world that was The things that be All that we trusted All we knew Gone by the wayside No longer blue Never golden Never, ever, green So Grieve with me Believe with me And stand upon your feet to see The world that was The things that be The things that be