Hear the children cryin', But I know they cry not in vain. Now the times are changin'; Love has come to bloom again.
Smelling the air when spring comes by raindrops Reminds us of youthful days. But now it's not rain that water the cane crops, But the sweat from man's brow; The substance from our spine. We gotta keep on living, living on borrowed time: Hallelujah time!
Yes, you can hear the children singing: Hallelujah time! As they go singing by and by: Hallelujah time! Oh, "hallelujah" singing in the morning. Hallelujah time! Let them sing; don't let them cry.
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