Listen, children, to a story That was written long ago, About a kingdom on a mountain, And the valley folk below. The mountain people had a treasure, Buried underneath a stone. The valley people sought that treasure, Sought it for their very own. Go ahead and hate your neighbor, Go ahead and cheat a friend, Do it in the name of Heaven, You can justify it in the end. There won't be any trumpets blowing, Come the judgement day. On the bloody morning after... One tin soldier rides away. The valley people sent a message To the kingdom on the hill, Asking for that buried treasure, Tons of gold for which they'd kill. The mountain people sent their answer, "With our brothers we will share All the riches of our mountain, All the treasures buried there." Go ahead and hate your neighbor, Go ahead and cheat a friend, Do it in the name of Heaven, You can justify it in the end. There won't be any trumpets blowing, Come the judgment day. On the bloody morning after... One tin soldier rides away. The valley people cried in anger, "Mount your horses! Draw your swords!" They killed all the mountain people, So they earned their just rewards. As they stood beside the treasure, On the mountain dark and red, They turned the stone and looked beneath it. "Peace on Earth" was all it said." Go ahead and hate your neighbor, Go ahead and cheat a friend, Do it in the name of Heaven, You can justify it in the end. There won't be any trumpets blowing, Come the judgment day. On the bloody morning after... One tin soldier rides away.