a sound education

like echoes from no distant past
thunder resounds across the hill
each peal is louder than the last
like echoes from no distant past

into the storm we have been cast
it's not a matter of desire or will
like echoes from no distant past
thunder resounds across the hill

we choose to eat and drink our fill
in this kind place there's never lack
the world at large is peaceful still
we choose to eat and drink out fill

we always worry about the bill
and yet feel safe from all attack
we choose to eat and drink our fill
in this kind place there's never lack

the world is never white and black
the time of hope is never past
we throw our fears into the sack
the world is never white and black

we know the future's storm and wrack
the howling winds will bend the mast
the world is never white and black
the time of hope is never past