The Land Of Plenty - Lyrics by Leonard Cohen

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 a 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.

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 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.