When the blackhawk steals the sparrows life
And evening fades under fascist skies
I’ll hold you close and dry your eyes
As the tides role in on
The sands of time
When the heat leaves your blood
And the newscast makes your heart sigh
Eyes glowin’ like the wrath of God
That you can see with your naked eye
Sands are red and hope untied
Set adrift in those Arab skies
I hate to see those children die
The heartland weeps and a mother cries
The sands of time, the sands of time
Fall upon a wicked vine
Walls close in, the walls close in
Upon the sands of that wicked crime
A mans a man, blood and skin
Where we go is where we been
A blind man stumbles, we cannot win
As Adam’s sons we all have sinned
Put down your rocks and bend again
Yours swords to plowshares to fit your hands
A heart of earth for that one of tin
Sowing peace in your fading sands
The sands of time, the sands of time
Fall upon a wicked vine
Walls close in, the walls close in
Upon the sands of that wicked crime