Jon Anderson - Far Far Cry

Count upon the sun
As it will always watch you growing
Count upon the land
To sow the seeds in every young man.

Beating on the drum
Shouting at the moon
No matter what the promise is
I'll never move from this old land of mine.

The promise is to pay
Just watch the people try to steal
The land beneath the clay
The land on which our blood has stained the grass.

Beating on the drum
Screaming at the moon
Promises, oh promises
I'll never move from this old land of mine.

It's a far far cry
>From all the words of exultation
A far far cry
How each child is supposed to be equal
I'm amazed
As you look the other way
To this day
We still don`t believe

Far far cry
Beating on the drum
Far far cry
Screaming at the moon
Beating on the drum
Far far cry

How long do we need to push our brother to the ocean
How long do we need to push our sister to the sea
How many broken promises until we get the message
That until we know the equal we will never feel the free?

It's a far far cry
It's a far far cry
It's a far far cry
So until we know our equal
We commit our suicide.

Beating on the drum
Screaming at the moon

Count upon my heart
As you can feel the earth is beating
Count upon my love
And there is heaven for the taking
Count upon the rest
Count upon the last
Count upon the past
As it will wait until we're coming home.

Far far cry
It's a far far cry
It's a far far cry
It's a far far cry

How long do we need to push our brother to the ocean
How long do we need to push our sister to the sea
How many broken promises until we get the message
That until we know the equal we will never feel the free?


It's a far far cry
Beating of the drum
Far far cry
Screaming at the moon
Far far cry
Beating of the drum
Far far cry
Screaming at the moon