I don’t want to wind up on a cold day
Clutching at anything that comes my way
I don’t want to end up searching in vain
Or longing for yesterday
No false religion no tears for me
No tunnel vision false prophesy
You’re all provided for
For the weak and the homeless to the leaders and kings
For the lost and forgotten who committed no sin
To the meek and the tender who speak the word of peace
To the soul dividers who speak to me
You’re all provided for
And the rich man gets hungry
And the rich man is poor
From the slaves who will be saved
To the soldiers of war
You’re all provided for
From the children of starvation
To the leaders of greed
From the man who gave his heart
To the people in need
And to the saviours of this world in their hour of need
To the people in the desert land who sow their seed
You’re all provided for