Babylon - Brendan Perry

Spirit rise to greet the sun

Takes my hand and beats the drum

Tries to make me understand

We’re as one in the sea of sand

I’m praying for rain

To see desert flowers again

The eagle flies up towards the sun

High above the fields of Babylon

In one claw he hold an olive branch for peace

In the other twelve arrows for his enemies

Spirit rise to help us see

The loving face of humanity

Devoid of fear and free from greed

Devoted to the greater need

The locust is born upon the wing

It’s hunger seems as boundless as the great river plain

Where the Tigris weaves its way toward the sea

Through a great desert in the heart of man

Sons and daughters of America

You lay down your lives

For the warlords of America

Not for your sake not for mine.