“The Land Of Plenty”
by Leonard Cohen Dont 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 dont 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 whats left of our religion, I lift my voice and pray: May the lights in the land of plenty Shine on the truth some day.