Buy the sky and sell the sky
And bleed the sky and tell the sky
Don’t fall on me

But when you want money for people with minds that hate
All I can tell you is brother you have to wait
Don’t you know it’s gonna be all right

The time has come
A fact's a fact
It belongs to them
Let's give it back
How can we dance when our earth is turning?
How do we sleep while our beds are burning?

And when the brokenhearted people
Living in the world agree
There will be an answer
Let it be
For though they may be parted there is
Still a chance that they will see
There will be an answer
Let it be

In the howling wind comes a stinging rain
See it driving nails into souls on the tree of pain
From the firefly, a red orange glow
See the face of fear running scared in the valley below

... How many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
... How many deaths will it take 'til he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind

And so we're told this is the golden age
And gold is the reason for the wars we wage
Though I want to be with you, be with you night and day
Nothing changes on New Year's Day

But you can reach the top of your profession
If you become the leader of the land
For murder is the sport of the elected
And you don’t need to lift a finger of your hand