City On The Hill

Monseque

The ghetto's hungry people cry

Food is wasted on the hill

Hands stretched upwards to the sky

That hill seems high and higher still

Summer's gone and winter's near

The valley's restless, you can hear

Seems lest they batter, burn and kill

Till their hungry mouths are filled

There'll be no city on the hill

There might be time to change the course

Let's appoint a meeting place

Till hill and valley wears the cross

And cleanse each other of disgrace

This land's a model of the world

That's been a dream that's been ignored

But let's take haste and settle bills

Till their hungry mouths are filled

There'll be no city on the hill (Repeat and fade)