One Tin Soldier sing and play along

Listen, children, to a story that was written long ago 'bout a kingdom on a mountain and the valley folk below.

On the mountain was a treasure buried deep beneath a stone and the valley people swore they'd have it for their very own.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,

go ahead and cheat a friend.

Do it in the name of heaven.

Justify it in the end.

There won't be any trumpets blowin' come the judgment day.

On the bloody morning after,

one tin soldier rides away.

So the people of the valley sent a message up the hill asking for the buried treasure,

tons of gold for which they'd kill.

Came the answer from the kingdom,

"With our brothers we will share all the secrets of our mountain,

all the riches buried there."

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,

go ahead and cheat a friend.

Do it in the name of heaven.

Justify it in the end.

There won't be any trumpets blowin' come the judgment day.

On the bloody morning after,

one tin soldier rides away.