When will there be a harvest for the world All babies together, everyone a seed Half of us are satisfied, half of us in need Love's bountiful in us, tarnished by our greed A nation planted, so concerned with gain As the seasons come and go, greater grows

The weather is frightening The thunder and lightning Seem to be having their way But as far as I'm concerned, it's a lovely day The turn in the weather Will keep us together So I can honestly say That as far as I'm concerned, it's a lovely day And

As far as I'm concerned So wipe that dirty smile off We won't be making up I've cried my heart out And now I've had enough of love Who wants to be right as rain 'Cause when hard work don't pay off And I'm tired there ain't no room in my bed It's better

So be concerned Where'd you go, huh? They all think I know you It's so hard to motivate Me to devote a Single inch of me to Something I can't see I Don't mean to cry but why Would you even make the eyes?