One Tin Soldier

Listen, children, to a story

That was written long ago

'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

You can justify it in the end

There won't be any trumpets blowing

Come the judgment 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

It came an answer from the mountain

With our brothers we will share

All the secrets of our 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

You can justify it in the end

There won't be any trumpets blowing

Come the judgment day

On the bloody morning after

One tin soldier rides away

Now the valley cried with anger

"Mount your horses! Draw your sword!"

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

You can justify it in the end

There won't be any trumpets blowing

Come the judgment day

On the bloody morning after

One tin soldier rides away

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 judgment day

On the bloody morning after

One tin soldier rides away