It's not where we're coming from It's how we turn from here We know where we want to go My mother would tell me Better stay in line You gotta look for the magic If there's a way there comes a time Let the children play We just need the line to get us

In my church of disbelief It canst get no better When days turn from black to grey In church of indifference So innocent in their guilt Perfect in their imperfection Let my children play In my church of liberation When doubts and fears wither away

Oh! Mama, Mama look there! Your children are playing in that street again Don't you know what happened down there? A youth of fourteen got shot down there The Kokane guns of Jamdown Town The killing clowns, the blood money men Are shooting those

I love Paris I love the way the people move yeah I love the way the children groove Let your eyes play, let them play, let them play eh I love the way the children groove yeah You can see black and white Side by side Oh what a nice sight... I feel so