Now my country will be beautiful again
a thousand saints will bless it from above
the poor will shrug off their poverty like a rag
and forgive sinners and rich alike
the wealthy will have pockets lined with love
and yearn to have their wealth accepted into life
Now we will care for each other again
children will breathe sunshine into the world
no child will be without a mother’s love
The only tears will be tears of joy
we will walk a thousand miles to kiss each stone
we will become love itself till even stones flower
Now the scent of jasmine will fill our hearts
and drops of heaven will rain from our skies