In the village where I used to stay,
Where peasants worked day by day,
Where sheep dotted the yellow hills,
Lay silent now where they were killed.

These soldiers came on through our town
Strewing destruction all around.
Because of one man’s fanatical screams,
They fell for lies they thought were dreams.

I cried, “Love is dead!  It’s dead and gone!”
An old man shook his head.  “You’re wrong.
Love is here in the heart, you see, 
And no one may take that love from thee.”

Then suddenly I heard a sound.
A roar exploding all around.
When I awoke, I could not see,
But something heavy lay on me.

I struggled to stand and looked around.
I saw the devastation of my town.
And at my feet the old man lay
Whose love had saved my life that day.