He believed all souls were loved the same, here on earth Newcomer, don t be afraid
Lift your eyes to the skies, we can call the kingdom down
In shadow of these trees, lift your eyes to the skies
here on earth
I ll show you how, come ridin up that day
i ll show how
beat your swords into plows
shed no blood
i ll show how
dark wilderness
Don t be afraid, his message to the red children clear
Just the ravings of some old man, here on earth
Shed no blood, beat your swords into plows
he looked out and he saw eight white men
beat your swords into plows
Lift your eyes to the skies, lift your eyes to the skies
they planted their hearts in the dirt of that place
Dark wilderness, raised him up in the ways of the old prophets
the white traders lifted up their guns
That the greatest law is love, raised him up in the ways of the old prophets
beat your swords into plows
don t be afraid
Lift your eyes to the skies, old isaiah roth still preaches here
beat your swords into plows
Now the world has aged by 50 years, in the language of john roth
and they learned to speak of hope and grace