One Song, One Heart

Stop and listen don't scroll. From the city streets to the country fields

from the desert sands where the night wind heals different tongues, different flags we

fly but the same old moon lasts the same old sky

the guitar strums in Tokyo town and Jam bay answers from Senegal ground

A fiddle cries on a Dublin shore and somebody's humming what they heard

before no visa needed, no borderline when the melody travels it's already

mine One song, one heart Beating loud and free

Turn the whole wide world into family Rich or poor, young or old