Listen, children, to a story
That was written long ago
'Bout a kingdom on a mountain
And the valley-folk belowOn the mountain was a treasure
Buried deep beneath the stone
And the valley-people swore
They'd have it for their very ownGo 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 awaySo the people of the valley
Sent a message up the hill
Asking for the buried treasure
Tons of gold for which they'd killIt came an answer from the mountain
With our brothers we will share
All the secrets of our mountain
All the riches buried thereGo 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 awayNow the valley cried with anger
"Mount your horses! Draw your sword!"
And they killed the mountain-people
So they won their just rewardNow they stood beside the treasure
On the mountain, dark and red
Turned the stone and looked beneath it
"Peace on Earth" was all it saidGo 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 awayGo 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
Songwriters
LAMBERT, DENNIS EARLE / POTTER, BRIANPublished by
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