I've been raised on fear and hate and war Clichés and platitudes and metaphors The young men die in the old man's cause Small man pays for the big man's loss Now I pray these days have passed because They were seen through the eyes of children Blind men rule as we've all seen Scorch our world and make their world green Fat grow fat and lean grow lean When we're tempted by their great machine Let's remember that we're bein' seen Through the eyes of little children Sha la la la, sha la la la, ah, ahhh Sha la la la, la la la Sha la la la, sha la la la -ah, ahhh Sha la la la, la la la Brown and yellow, black and white The Arab and the Israelite Disagree and began to fight Ain't we all a silly sight To be tryin' to teach wrong from right To the eyes of little children So now my children ask of me When I grow up what will my world be? Not so good, please wait and see While we wait you can pray for me Make my life a better thing to see Through the eyes of little children Oooh, oooh, oooh, ohhh Oooh, oooh, oooh, ooh Oooh, oooh, oooh, ohhh Oooh, oooh, oooh, ooh Through the eyes of children