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Children of the world, we'll do it.
We'll meet on endless shores,
Making sandcastles and floating our boats.
While people fight and defend their point of view,
Forever putting on masks that are new,
We'll swing the tide of time and do it.

Children of the world, we'll do it.
With song and dance and innocent bliss,
And the soft caress of a loving kiss.
We'll do it.

While traders trade and haggle their price
And politicians try so hard to be nice,
We'll meet on endless shores and floating our boats.
We'll do it.

While lawyers argue and doctors treat,
Stockbrokers quote the price on meat,
While preachers preach and ring the bell,
Carpetbaggers with something to sell,
We'll sing and dance in innocent bliss
With the soft caress of a loving kiss.
We'll do it.
Meeting on endless shores,
Making sandcastles and floating our boats.
We'll do it.

We'll ride a rainbow, a cloud, a storm,
Flying in the wind, we'll change our form,
We'll touch the stars, embrace the moon,
We'll break the barrier and be there soon.

While architects plan their buildings high
And trade unions raise their hue and cry,
While boardroom squabbles generate heat
And in secret places dealers meet,
We'll sing and dance in innocent bliss,
With the soft caress of a loving kiss.
We'll do it.

While philosophers grapple and continue to tackle
Endless dilemmas of body and mind,
Physicists wander, continue to ponder
Perennial questions of space and time,
Archaeologists survey, continue to dig
Bygone treasures small and big,
Psychologists probe, analyze the tears
Of hysterical notions, phobias, fears.

While priests take confession
In a serious session
And people struggle
In the hustle and bustle,
In the noise and din,
On the meaning of sin,
We'll touch the stars, embrace the moon,
Break the barrier, arrive there soon,
Ride the rainbow, the cloud, the storm,
Flying in the wind, changing our form.

Children of the world, we'll do it.
With song and dance and innocent bliss,
The soft caress of a loving kiss.
We'll do it.