The first courageous soul fought against the first
injustice,
And the first martyr died for the first belief.
The first mother rocked her baby to sleep,
And the first contrite heart knelt in prayer.
The first children played on the first wind swept
hills,
And the first couple kissed under the mistletoe.
And all have happened ever since.
Well, the birds still fly.
The baby still cries.
Hearts still love,
And cuts still heal.
The sun still shines,
And the rain still falls to the ground.
To the flower that still grows then withers away.
Where men still walk on the earth.
Underneath the sky where the stars still glow.
For the earth that still turns round the sun
that still shines.
And men still die in wars for power,
And mothers still cry.
And all will happen ever more.
Courageous souls still fight agianst injustice,
And martyrs still die for their belief.
Mothers still rock their babies to sleep,
And contrite hearts still kneel in prayer.
Children still play on wind swept hills,
And couples still kiss under the mistletoe.
And all will happen ever more.
And you can live again.