Thursday, December 11, 2003

dan and me have this habit about talking about our olden days at logan elementary ( hooray logan leopards! ). we've come up with a lot of old songs we used to sing. but today he mentioned this one that i've completely lost. and now i am happy have it again. its such a sad story about one tin soldier by peter, paul, & mary. or at least they sang this song. it was a lot better when my music class sang tho :p i remember being soOo depressed as a little kid whenever we sang this. and i thought i'd share because its got a nice message for the season anyways ... so grab a tissue and enjoy <3

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Listen people to a story
that was written long ago,
'bout a kingdom on a mountain
And the valley folks below.
On the mountain was a treasure
Hidden deep beneath a stone,
And the valley people swore
They'd have it for their very own.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of heaven,
you can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing,
come the judgement 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 the answer from the kingdom,
With our brothers we will share,
All the riches of the mountain,
All the treasure 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 rewards
Now they stood before the treasure
On the mountain dark and red
Turned the stone and looked beneath it ...
Peace On Earth, was all it said.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat and friend,
Do it in the name of heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after ...

One Tin Soldier rides away.
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myTyTbren: i remember that song
myTyTbren
: i was always pissed that there was no actual tressure

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