When all the fires
and storms have faded away
Out of the gray ashes
a seed will grow
When all the
earthquakes have stopped
and the last bomb
has been dropped
When the last man fall dead
to the ground
Out of the gray ashes
a seed will grow
Out of the gray ashes
a seed will grow
and storms have faded away
Out of the gray ashes
a seed will grow
When all the
earthquakes have stopped
and the last bomb
has been dropped
When the last man fall dead
to the ground
Out of the gray ashes
a seed will grow
Out of the gray ashes
a seed will grow