In a world that’s ever changing, why can’t we? / What happened to that word: democracy? / Are we acting just like dreamers / That do nothing for a stunt? / Should they send a man like Nixon to the front?

Let us gather all together in the Land / We’ll surround the Vatican City, hand in hand / Just for those who may not come back / And those who never will / Celebrate the young man living still / Living still, living still

If you wanna meet my friends, there ain’t many / If you wanna know my family, they’re all gone / If you wanna drink my wine, there ain’t any / All that I got is a simple word called love

Dear Mr. Kissinger, you know / New York’s run for Paris, you should go / We’re all sitting, waiting / But nothing seems to rhyme / Oh, what’s going to happen to this tiny world of mine?

If you wanna meet my friends, there ain’t many / If you wanna know my family, they’re all gone / If you wanna drink my wine, there ain’t any / All that I got is a simple word called love

[By Barry Gibb – Robin Gibb – Maurice Gibb © RSO Records / Polydor – Atlantic, 1972 (Unreleased)]