What have we done, good people, tell me
With all the kindness in the world
Perhaps it’s been lost in the darkest wood
Well, that would hardly surprise me
If we’ve buried it ten feet underground
I wouldn’t be shocked at all
And it’s a shame, but it won’t be found
In the dirty city’s strife
Nor heard above the incessant sound
Of cars and crowds and life
What have we done, good people, tell me
With all the love that’s in the world
If it’s all been traded for God knows what
Well, that would hardly surprise me
If we’ve sold it all to finance our wars
Well, what could you expect
And it’s a shame, but it isn’t found
When we fall in love at last
We tell a thousand and one stories
Trying to rewrite our past
But we will find, good people, believe me
That all this joy and love
Has been lost deep within ourselves
Well, would that really surprise us?
If we found it under all this ash and dust
It would not astonish us at all
And then we’ll finally see
We all went mad long ago
And lost our songs and stories
And with them all our hope
And we’ve been searching so long, good people
To find these things again
Looking and waiting
For paradise regained