and it s a call to arms we ll march across the land vowing to make a change among men with your hands i was born in a swamp in a summer spawned of the hottest heat my father was a roamin tramp my mother was a gypsy sweet i was conceived in the summer sun spontaneous combustion they say they felt their hearts give way when mine began to take shape and it s a call to arms we ll march across the land vowing to make a change among men with your hands i had a vision when i was ten of a caravan across the sands with beasts and wares and gems and men out to start again yes i had a vision when i was ten of a caravan across the sands with beasts and wares and gems and men out to start again and it s a call to arms we ll march across the land vowing to make a change among men with your hands with your hands with your hands with your hands with your hands with your hands with your hands with your hands with your hands i was born in a swamp in a summer spawned of the hottest heat my father was a roamin tramp my mother was a gypsy sweet i was conceived in the summer sun spontaneous combustion they say they felt their hearts give way when mine began to take shape and it s a call to arms we ll march across the land vowing to make a change among men with your hands