Holy war
Genocide
Suicide
Hate and cruelty
How can this be holy?
If I had a heart, I'd cry

These ancient tales
The good go to heaven
And the wicked ones burn in hell
Ring the funeral bells
If I had a heart, I'd cry

There's just too many people now
Too little land
Much too much desire
You feel so feeble now
It's so out of hand
Big bombs and barbed wire
We've set our lovely sky
Our lovely sky
On fire

There's just too many people now
And too little land
Too much rage and desire
It makes you feel so feeble now
It's so out of hand
Big bombs and barbed wire
Can't you see
Our destiny?
We're making this earth
Our funeral pyre

Holy Earth
How can we heal you?
We cover you like a blight
Strange birds of appetite
If I had a heart, I'd cry
If I had a heart, I'd cry
If I had a heart, I'd cry

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Writer(s): Joni Mitchell