Long Ago, Far Away

To preach of peace and brotherhood

Oh, what might be the cost!

A man he did it long ago

And they hung him on a cross

Long ago, far away

These things don’t happen

No more, nowadays

The chains of slaves

They dragged the ground

With heads and hearts hung low

But it was during Lincoln’s time

And it was long ago

Long ago, far away

Things like that don’t happen

No more, nowadays

The war guns they went off wild

The whole world bled its blood

Men’s bodies floated on the edge

Of oceans made of mud

Long ago, far away

Those kind of things don’t happen

No more, nowadays

One man had much money

One man had not enough to eat

One man he lived just like a king

The other man begged on the street

Long ago, far away

Things like that don’t happen

No more, nowadays

One man died of a knife so sharp

One man died from the bullet of a gun

One man died of a broken heart

To see the lynchin’ of his son

Long ago, far away

Things like that don’t happen

No more, nowadays

Gladiators killed themselves

It was during the Roman times

People cheered with bloodshot grins

As eyes and minds went blind

Long ago, far away

Things like that don’t happen

No more, nowadays

And to talk of peace and brotherhood

Oh, what might be the cost!

A man he did it long ago

And they hung him on a cross

Long ago, far away

Things like that don’t happen

No more, nowadays, do they?