Lyrics

If I live to be one hundred and ten and maybe my dear, not even then will my eyes see the day all men will be free and live in this world like God meant us to be

He meant us to live out in wide open spaces not crowded into these city-ful places free to enjoy fresh air and the sun, yes and to know that we all are a part of his One-ness

If I live to one hundred and twenty maybe my dear, that would be plenty just long enough to see cruelty end what grows in our garden we'll tenderly tend

No more catchin' and killin' and tearin' to shreds no more slaugherin' butcherin' leaving' for dead the creatures we're sharing this moment in time with
I'm praying one day we'll lose sight of our blindness

And if I live to one hundred and thirty the air might be clean, and money so dirty
those who have surplus will share with the others has truth not yet show us that all men are brothers?

And our animal friends, in truth they're our cousins fur, feather, and fin, their blood red is runnin'
By our un-holy had they have suffered for eons
When ther're all gone but man, whom will we prey on?

Yeah, if I live to one hundred and forty all my old friends will throw me a party
We;ll wear funny hats, and drink cold champagne
And get up and dance with our walkers and canes

And if I live to be one hundred and fifty the good Lord will reach down and he'll gently lift me up to that place where my loved ones are waiting along with the prophets, the saints, and the sages

But before he could take me, I'd ask lord, just one thing
If I've still got breath, then please let me sing help me inspire the ones yet to come
"Cause there's still a lot of good work to be done