Lyrics

There's a soft wind blowing through the sugar cane And the pink fruit juice is melting On a beach down sandy lane And the Sunday school dresses sway In sun-bleached harmony Where the waves of green Meet the waves of blue And the preacher sets you free It seems in prayers and money You look for five to get you ten Somebody say amen Won't somebody say? amen I see the people without the money Being peaceful with the lord Yeah the church seems full of happiness But the jet set's looking bored They getting high without a penny here They're finding peace without a dime But the rain turns cold on the city streets And the smiles are hard to find Oh the pain of only wanting For your five to get you ten Somebody say amen Won't somebody say amen Amen