(chorus) One hundred children, brave boys and girls They come from nations all over the world One hundred children marching along One hundred children singing their song
Don't blow up the world, don't kill all the flowers Today this is your world, tomorrow it's ours Leave us pure water and forest uncut Think of tomorrow, leave something for us
Your God may be dead but ours is alive We think without him we cannot survive Punish all the bad men, praise all the good Talk to your neighbors about brotherhood
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This is the song I was singing one night While I was thinking of wrong and of right I thought of good things that still could be done The marchers now number one hundred and one
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