I have seen a kind of world Where stars do not exist, Where youÂ'd kill for a cherry Where freedomÂ's just a myth, Where the right to clean air Is an idealistic dream And the pavement is so hard It hardens up your good will. All I know is the wind blows All I know is the dirt spreads. And all I knowÂ's when the wind blows, The dirt spreads. I have seen a kind of world Where opinions are contagious, Where dying far away and young Is still considered to be couragious Where a small man with a big shade Acts like the master of all beings And if you ask him, he will say God is standing right behind him I have seen a kind of world Where the past is full of errors Turning back, turning to salt On a young and falling Babylon, And those who know, have got to show No useless hesitation For many who talk about liberation DonÂ't know enough about revolution.