All We Want is Peace                                 


Peace, Peace, Please,

Please, Peace, Please,



There’s something we should do

That’s not been done

Something we can win

That’s not been won

Something we can SHOUT OUT

To end all their brutal war games

We Want Peace



Case for war was fake,

Don’t let it fade

More lives can be saved

Got to be brave

Something we can shout out,

We want peace, and we want it right now

Talking is Free



All we want is Peace

All we need is Peace

All we ask is Peace, Please

Peace is all we want



All we crave is Peace

All we miss is Peace

All we lack is Peace

Peace is all we want



Something we can ask,

Before it’s blown

Something we can grow

Before it’s grown

Small green shoots of Peace

To educate next infancy

Believe me



All we want is Peace

All we crave is Peace


All we wish is Peace, please



Peace is all we ask

It’s not a big task

Believe me

It’s easy.



All we want is Peace, All we want is Peace,

All we need is Peace, All we need is Peace.

Peace is all we want,

Peace is all we want

Peace is all we need,

Peace is all we need.

Gordon David

A Red Red Rose


O my Luve's like a red, red rose

That's newly sprung in June;

O my Luve's like the melodie

That's sweetly played in tune.



As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,

So deep in luve am I;

And I will luve thee still, my dear,

Till a' the seas gang dry:



Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,

And the rocks melt wi' the sun;

I will luve thee still, my dear,

While the sands o' life shall run.



And fare thee weel, my only Luve,

And fare thee weel awhile!

And I will come again, my Luve,

Tho' it ware ten thousand mile.

Robert Burns

Poems

BEAUTY


John Masefield



Have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills

Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain:

I have seen the lady April bringing in the daffodils,

Bringing the springing grass and the soft warm April rain.



I have heard the song of the blossoms and the old chant of the sea,

And seen strange lands from under the arched white sails of ships;

But the loveliest things of beauty God ever has showed to me

Are her voice, and her hair, and eyes, and the dear red curve of her lips.