From the album Wanderin' Life & Times

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Written by The Elders © 2011
Lyrics by Brent Hoad

Lyrics

Burning riches in our name, pulled by unseen hands
With no bounds and no shame, deceiving honest men
If we worked and played, ‘til every man could have his fill
Oh, what a house we could build

Eleventh hour is gone, it’s close to midnight
Fists and fortunes rage on, struck with stage fright
Brick by brick, hand by hand, if we only had the will
Oh, what a house we could build

What a place to leave our children
Want a home to make us proud
What a place to leave our children
Want a home to make us proud

Spend time building walls not mending fences
Searching for clever ways to build defenses
If we ever brought the harvest home and gathered what we spill
Oh, what a house we could build