Sing me a song of happiness, of joy

of laughter and tomorrow’s jubilee;

debts forgiven, all the oppressed go free,

future secure for every girl and boy.

Sing me a song of plenty and of peace

of children loved, in turn, parents revered

where friendship grows among the things once feared

swords into plowshares, all dissensions cease.

Sing me a song of healing, song of hope

of lifting those down trodden from the dirt.

Of sharing, giving, helping where it hurts

where homeless have the where-with-all to cope.

Right, merrily would banish every wrong