(Where the air you breathe is soft and clean)
(And children play in fields of green)
(And the sound of guns)
(Doesn't pound in your ears)

Have you ever dreamed of a place
Far away from it all?
Where the air you breathe is soft and clean
And children play in fields of green
And the sound of guns
Doesn't pound in your ears

Have you ever dreamed of a place
Far away from it all?
Where the winter winds will never blow
And living things have room to grow
And the sound of guns
Doesn't pound in your ears anymore

Many miles from yesterday
Before you reach tomorrow where
The time is always just today

There's a lost horizon waiting to be found
There's a lost horizon
Where the sound of guns
Doesn't pound in your ears anymore