We had it all right from the start;
This planet is the home we have.
What will become of our children?
We planted havoc and sowed hate,
Hunger, hostility and waste,
What will become of our children?
For their tomorrow, for their tomorrow…
Are we providing for their tomorrow?
With so much madness we’ll end up hollow!
Are we providing -oh- for their tomorrow?
Will it be chances? Will it be sorrow?
Let’s think about it now!
Together let us start once more
A world of justice and concord
That we can leave for our children.
May there be love and liberty,
May there be air enough to breathe
And lots of joy for our children.
For their tomorrow, for their tomorrow…
We can’t be waiting -oh- until tomorrow!
To have a young tree for their tomorrow,
We have to plant it now!
We have to let a light of love
To guide us through all this turmoil
So it can show us the right pathways.
There is no time to waste at all;
This planet is our only home
And it belongs to our children.
To have a young tree for their tomorrow,
We have to plant it now!