One Tin Soldier Listen children to a story that was written long ago, Bout’ a kingdom on a mountain, And the valley far below. On the mountain was a treasure, Buried deep beneath the stone. And the valley people swore they’d, Have it for their very own. Go ahead and hate your neighbor. Go ahead and cheat a friend. Do it in the name of heaven, You can justify it in the end. There won’t be any trumpets blowin’ come the judgement day. On the bloody morning after One tin soldier rides away. So the people of the valley sent a message up the hill, Asking for the buried treasure Tons of gold for which they’d kill Came the answer from the mountain With our brothers we will share, All the secrets of the mountain, All the riches buried there. Go ahead and hate your neighbor. Go ahead and cheat a friend. Do it in the name of heaven, You can justify it in the end. There won’t be any trumpets blowin’ come the judgement day. On the bloody morning after One tin soldier rides away. Now the valley cried with anger, Mount your horses, Draw your swords, And they killed the mountain people, So they won their just reward. As they stood beside the treasure, On a mountain dark and red. Turn the stone and looked beneath it….. Peace    On   Earth…… Was     all    it     said. Go ahead and hate your neighbor. Go ahead and cheat a friend. Do it in the name of heaven, You can justify it in the end. There won’t be any trumpets blowin’ come the judgement day. On the bloody morning after One tin soldier rides away.