From the recording Holding Americana Vol. 1
Lyrics
Morning mist clouds the horizon
On an ordinary prairie day
Young wild horses
Run in doses
Through the land
Rolling hills shelter the bison
But then a view I could not understand
Small white crosses
Rows of losses
By man’s own hand
In a world so beautiful
In a world so beautiful
In a world so beautiful
Until the end …
If you still believe in the Messiah
Searching for a place to pray
Then go down to Nasiriyah
His blood lies there
His blood lies there!
In a world so beautiful
In a world here by charity
In a world so beautiful
Hard to believe
Hard to believe!
In a world
In a world
In a world
Until the end …