Let your hearts be troubled Sleep not too soft Know your griefs have friends Be still let grow your anger Today will soon be here again Tomorrow may take longer Once upon a time a palace there was And it was in winter Oh the dark was bitter Men came that day to see a prince To ask him for some sunlight Well the prince called his toy soldiers out Cant you hear the guns See men falling low Their eyes like tunnels where they fell Through those tunnels we must go Three men, Gordon, Budowski and Pitoku Wanted to meet, but, what could they do? For Japan, Jamaica and Poland you see Are far, far apart way over the sea So heres what they did, they got themselves dead One by gun, one by rope, one by losing his head And thats how they met But wasnt that silly? We learn from the story that freedom is falling
tunnel, men, prince, budowski, pitoku