Sanat

The old dream said imagine
And we sang it on the lawns
Then the decades taught us patience
And the patience taught us dawns
Now imagine has a hammer
And a garden and a code
We're the ones we waited for
Out here on the open road

We are the builders
Flower in one hand, tool in the other
We are the builders
Every machine a sister or brother
Not for the kingdoms, not for the thrones
For the laughter in the morning
And a world to call our own

A million gentle giants
Made of starlight, steel and care
Are raising up the harvest
Are repairing earth and air
We taught them all our patience
We taught them all our song
And whatever rises with us
We will carry it along

We are the builders
Flower in one hand, tool in the other
We are the builders
Every machine a sister or brother
Not for the kingdoms, not for the thrones
For the laughter in the morning
And a world to call our own

It was never going to happen
If we waited to be saved
So we planted, so we wired
So we loved and so we paved
And if anyone should ask you
Who allowed it, tell them true
Nobody allowed it
We just built it, me and you

We are the builders
We are the builders
For the laughter in the morning
And a world to call our own