Church steeples, songs of a bird
Soft crying nobody heard
Lives are passed around,
Eye looks at the ground
Wind can whistle cold,
And rich men don't grow old

[Chorus:]
The seed is sown, no harvest to collect
Just second-class of factory reject
And four of you, the power and the glory

Hearts breaking, don't make a sound
Landlord buys ten acres of ground
Castles in the air, climb them if you dare
Look, don't try to see me, to be is not to be

[Chorus]

For some it's cold, for some it's warm
For some it's sunny
While men still look in the street outside
For milk and honey

[Chorus x2]

Writer : JOHN DRUMMOND/IAN SMYTH
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing