Peace is the bread we break.
Love is the river rolling.
Life is a chance we take when we make this earth our home,
gonna make this earth our home.
Feel the cool breeze blowing through the smoke and the heat,
hear the gentle voices and the marching feet
singing draw back the fire
pull the missiles down
and we’ll call this earth our home.
Peace is the bread we break.
Love is the river rolling.
Life is a chance we take when we make this earth our home.
Gonna make this earth our home.
We have known the atom,
the power and pain,
seen people fall beneath the killing rain.
If the mind still reasons and the soul remains
it shall never be again.
Peace is the bread we break.
Love is the river rolling.
Life is a chance we take when we make this earth our home.
Gonna make this earth our home.
Peace grows from a tiny seed,
As the acorn grows into the tallest tree.
Many years ago I heard a soldier say,
when people want peace, better get out of the way.
Peace is the bread we break.
Love is the river rolling.
Life is a chance we take when we make this earth our home.
Gonna make this earth our home.
The Irreverent Reverend 