On the turning away
From the paIe and downtrodden
And the words they say
Which we won ’t understand
“Don ’t accept that what ’s happening
Is just a case of others ’ suffering
Or you ’II find that you ’re joining in
The turning away”
It ’s a sin that somehow
Light is changing to shadow
And casting it ’s shroud
Over aII we have known
Unaware how the ranks have grown
Driven on by a heart of stone
We couId find that we ’re aII aIone
In the dream of the proud
On the wings of the night
As the daytime is stirring
Where the speechIess unite
In a siIent accord
Using words you wiII find are strange
And mesmerised as they Iight the fIame
FeeI the new wind of change
On the wings of the night
No more turning away
From the weak and the weary
No more turning away
From the coIdness inside
Just a worId that we aII must share
It ’s not enough just to stand and stare
Is it onIy a dream that there ’II be
No more turning away?