Van Dyke Parks - City On The Hill lyrics

Monseque The ghetto's hungry people cry Food is wasted on the hill Hands stretched upwards to the sky That hill seems high and higher still Summer's gone and winter's near The valley's restless, you can hear Seems lest they batter, burn and k** Till their hungry mouths are filled There'll be no city on the hill There might be time to change the course Let's appoint a meeting place Till hill and valley wears the cross And cleanse each other of disgrace This land's a model of the world That's been a dream that's been ignored But let's take haste and settle bills Till their hungry mouths are filled There'll be no city on the hill (Repeat and fade)