This Is God's Country

So, what are we to do until the end? But believe this is the Garden of Eden This is God's country, my friend. Let's wage no more wars today or tomorrow. Let's savour the fact that we are here and we are alive. And make it our foremost drive. Not just to strive and survive But to truly enjoy life's highs And even more importantly, cherish the lows. Without which you would never know you are rich. Sheltered from the old sewers of Shoreditch. To mourn is to miss And if you could solemnly wish You would wish it maybe all came again… Even if many times over it all ended the same This is God's country, my friend. So, what are we to do until the end? But believe this is the Garden of Eden This is God's country, my friend. So, let's shake hands. You've tasted love; you've tasted hate. The choice is yours to live or break. To be true to yourself original not fake This is God's country, my friend. And if you don't love me Just go -drown in a lake. Because this is God's country, my friend. And I don't need or want to hesitate To love what I see and desire Because I'm no phoney, I'm no fake So, what are we to do until the end? But believe this is the Garden of Eden This is God's country, my friend. And are we not all here born for a better beginning And an even better end?