An old world dies, devoured by fire. Across it lies a fence of wire. A mother turns, and wanders far, Where brightly burns the morning star. Her child at breast is not afraid To lose the nest where once he played. He dreams of life, of love, of peace, When war and strife fore'er will cease. So let us seek that dream so true. We can create the world anew! An old world dies, devoured by fire. Across it lies a fence of wire. A mother turns, and wanders far, Where brightly burns the morning star. Her child at breast is not afraid To lose the nest where once he played. He dreams of life, of love, of peace, When war and strife fore'er will cease. So let us seek that dream so true. We can create the world anew!
