On the hills, I see the corn is swiftly growing In the gardens, trees are barren of their fruits Bathed in sunshine, peasants toil, their labor showing In the glory of the ever-healing roots Well, I'm feeling That it's all right, now! Yes, I'm feeling It's all right...now! Anyway... On the land, 'neath a million rays of sunshine Stands the secret of the mirror-colored (?) life Lying peacefully, the soil in all the sunshine Lend its strength to the simplicity of life Well, I'm feeling That it's all right, now! Yes, I'm feeling It's all right...now! Anyway... A simple symphony, a tale without an ending But the beauty of that spirit couldn't last Revolution bred machineries of power Could revolution turn the tide back to the past? Well, I'm feeling That it's all right, now! Yes, I'm feeling It's all right...now! Anyway... I see a giant hand descending from above my head And suddenly, there's factories for rent, now you're dead A man is just a number on a perforated card Your personality is lost, is this a just reward? Revolution, revolution A man who's s**ing all your blood will work you very hard In the news, they're wasting (?), toiling for a crust of bread Only hoping that their children now will all be fed The factory mole of today is ever wanted more Deep inside, his greedy hand is like a clutching claw Revolution, revolution Has the one reward he should be working for been lost? A simple symphony, a tale without an ending But the beauty of that spirit couldn't last Revolution bred machineries of power Could revolution turn the tide back to the past? Well, I'm feeling That it's all right, now! Yes, I'm feeling It's all right...now! Anyway...