a king without a sword a land without a king the truth without a voice one song left to sing one song to sing a wise man told me there s something you should know the way you judge a man as you look into his soul and you ll soon see everything a voice from the past cried give peace a chance he paid our price now he s free at last and imagine we called him a dreamer how many times must good men die how many tears will the children cry till we suffer no more sadness stop the madness oh stop the madness if ashes are ashes and dust is dust and our journey s end and then we turn we must to the sands of the shore white doves then fly peace to all tell me why the peacemakers fall must we bury anymore a hush in the crowd as the horse rode by black lace veil hid the tears from her eyes and we all wept in silence 