America you're too young to die
England you're too old to cry
He's got the whole world in his hand
India, you're too hurt to try
India, you shake beneath the blackened sky
We've got the whole world in our hands

Everybody come on,
It's time to sing a new song
Everybody come on,
It's time to say we belong

Africa, you're too young to die
I look at you and hear the angels cry
The hour glass is running out of sand

Where can a man go, if he's fallen to his his knees?
How can a mother free her children from disease?
Where can a river run if it cannot clean itself?
Where can a man go from the curses of his wealth?

Well everybody come on