The fires raged for many years, it was a time of change
The heavens rained with sorrow's tears, then came the brand new day
That day there was a burnt out field, it's earth was black and charred
It's flowers once were peoples' hopes, but now they were their scars

After the fire, [bad word] there did lay
After the fire, [bad word] a brand new day

The field stood in misery, the years passed it by
new age was awakening, to bury history's lies
One misty morn as day awoke, that field [bad word] alive
Seeds once sown that now had grown, new life that would not die

The new age is approaching, and with it we shall be
The field was 1945 and the seeds were you and me