Shoot.

Gentle lady, gentle man,
May I speak that you might understand.
I've been thinking we've been rather blind.
Let us leave every difference behind.

CHORUS: Cast your nets on these waters, your lines on the sea,
Your sights on horizons wherever you please,
For together we'll weather the tide that prevails,
With the sun on our shoulders, the wind in our sails.

Those who suffer, those who cry,
Call for brothers and friends, by and by,
For 'tis certain united we stand,
Side by side, arm in arm, hand in hand. CHORUS

Little children know the way.
They spend life, dream by dream, day by day,
And by nature, they seem to imply
We must love, and never ask why. CHORUS TWICE