Cedars of Lebanon

These days of fighting, borders moving like the shifting sands
These days of hating, argument surrounds the Promised Land
These days of killing, now we try to find a lasting peace
All that's certain is uncertainty
All that's sure is insecurity
An uneasy peace the best that it's bound to be
I'm glad to be on English shores

Chorus
'Cos we could be ten miles inside of nowhere
Nothing breaks the peace or blocks the sun
That shines on us the lucky ones in England
As we lie in the shade
Beneath the Cedars of Lebanon

These days of murder, rebels who have thrown away their guns
These days of horror, mothers with their children trying to run
These days of guilt, just standing by while innocents are killed
Never knowing if the help will come
Never knowing if the ends a gun
And now you're crying can they save your son
We only watch from English shores

© John Richards

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