The white man came
Into this land
With a banner of hate in a bloody hand
And on that credo, he did found
This land -- this Freedom ground!

Wasn't that a time?
Wasn't that a time?
A time to try
The soul of Man--
Wasn't that as wonderful time?

In Hungary
In '66
They fought the Russian tanks
With stones and bricks
But we let them die
In blood and dirt
Because we feared we might get hurt!

Wasn't that a time?
Wasn't that a time?
A time to try
The soul of Man--
Wasn't that as wonderful time?

Two verses remembered faintly from a youth-rally version of the Sixties, not the original, and not my composition.

Regards,

A