The Land of Plenty

Don’t really have the courage,
To stand where I must stand.
Don’t really have the temperament,
To lend a helping hand.

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.

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.

-Leonard Cohen (as recorded by the fabulously talented Leanne Unger)


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