Little People In Your Hair
A stranger walked up and motioned
You have moving things in your hair
I felt and sure as there's heaven
There were five tiny folks living there
Invited them to come down and join me
They reluctantly climbed onto my hand
The language they spoke wasn't english
It was foreign but I could still understand
I asked them how did they get up there
They said they rode in on the wind
To help the world down a different path
And on me, their hopes they've pinned
They arrived ten thousand years ago
Until now they've been searching in vain
Maybe, just maybe the time has come
We'll get back to the start once again
We'll live and love without any question
Of colour, of country of creed
In a world with such joy and devotion
No corruption or killing, no greed
I promised to try with all of my heart
To help people understand
The only thing really important in the world
Is the love of our dear fellow man
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