Who Will Make The Bread

Who will make the bread if everybody is dead Who will get the children out of bed and get them And put on their shiny shoes and take them to school If everybody is dead who will cut the lawn When I wake up at dawn and just before the break of day Who will wipe my tears away the mountain is very high And my vision is resting in the sky but on destiny I will rely. If everybody is dead, who will make up the bed Who will make my favorite tea and who will go Walking with me by the sea, and when the sun comes up Who will sunbath on the beach and watch the fishermen When they go fishing in the deep blue sea? I will never exchange a gown for a crown or bargain with you when I grow old, I will plant a sword in the ground to seal the promise that I will never die for redemption is buried in the lining of the sky. I have a hunger for life but I just cannot get enough to bite There is so much that I want to do, to make your dreams come true, it’s already done but you must get if off the ground and wrap it around your waist and give it some space to lead the way. Who will build the wall and take the family to the mall if everybody is dead and when I am tired of surfing who will keep my company in the morning? You have to go paragliding to get it right and night dancing to see the light and then we will end the vicious fight. I have a special passion for life and I will live So take me to the gym to build my muscle and strengthen the vessel and end the painful tradition of man killing man.