One Tin Soldier

Listen children
to a story
'bout a kingdom on a mountain
and the valley folk below.
On the mountain
was a treasure
buried deep beneath the 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
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 an answer from the kingdom,
"With our brothers we will share
all the secrets of the mountain,
all the riches buried there."
Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of heaven,
justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
come the judgement day.
On the bloody morining after
one tin soldier rides away.
He rides away.
Now the valley
cried with anger,
"Mount your horses! Draw your swords!"
And they killed the mountain people
so they won their just reward.
Now they stood beside 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 a friend.
Do it in the name of heaven,
justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
come the judgement day.
On the bloody morning after
one tin solider rides away.