Children

The boy cried out Gaily on the ground At the joy Of something he had found Aw, come on children, get your heads back together Aw, come on children, get your heads back together Aw, come on children, get your heads back together The days are getting warmer now The nights are getting shorter now And you know we can make it 'cause you know we're alive But we don't have to take it, any way we'll survive If I were you I'd throw it far away But if you were me You'd tell me I should stay Aw, come on children, get your heads back together Aw, come on children, get your heads back together Aw, come on children, get your heads back together again Again, again and again and again Again, and again and again Again, again, again --- Children - America