Cohen Leonard
Ten New Songs
The Land Of Plenty
Donât really know who sent me
To raise my voice and say:
May the lights in The Land of Plenty
Shine on the truth some day.
I donât know why I come here,
Knowing as I do,
What you really think of me,
What I really think of you.
For the millions in a prison,
That wealth has set apart â
For the Christ who has not risen,
From the caverns of the heart â
For the innermost decision,
That we cannot but obey -
For whatâs left of our religion,
I lift my voice and pray:
May the lights in The Land of Plenty
Shine on the truth some day.
I know I said Iâd meet you,
Iâd meet you at the store,
But I canât buy it, baby.
I canât buy it anymore.
And I donât really know who sent me,
To raise my voice and say:
May the lights in The Land of Plenty
Shine on the truth some day.
I donât know why I come here,
knowing as I do,
what you really think of me,
what I really think of you.
For the innermost decision
That we cannot but obey
For whatâs left of our religion
I lift my voice and pray:
May the lights in The Land of Plenty
Shine on the truth some day.