The Land Of Plenty, Leonard Cohen

The Land of Plenty

 

Don't really have the courage

To stand where I must stand.

Don't really have the temperament

To lend a helping hand.

 

Don't really know who sent me

To raise my voice and say:

May the lights in The Land of Plenty

Shine on the truth some day.

 

I don't know why I come here,

Knowing as I do,

What you really think of me,

What I really think of you.

 

For the millions in the prison,

That wealth has set apart - 

For the Christ who has not risen,

From the caverns of the heart -

 

For the innermost decision,

That we cannot but obey - 

For what's left of our religion,

I lift my voice and pray:

May the lights in The Land of Plenty

Shine on the truth some day.

 

I know I said I'd meet you,

I'd meet you at the store,

But I can't buy it, baby.

I can't buy it anymore.

 

And I don't really know who sent me,

To raise my voice and say:

May the lights in The Land of Plenty

Shine on the truth some day.

 

For the innermost decision

That we cannot but obey

For what's left of our religion

I lift my voice and pray:

May the lights in The Land of Plenty

Shine on the truth some day.

 

~ Leonard Cohen ~

 

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