作词 : Danoff, Denver Lyrics：Bill Danoff Music：Bill Danoff The world is fast becoming younger The news is all they've ever known They've seen the wars, the hurt, the hunger How will they choose when they are grown What do you tell forever's children When it's their turn to hurt and heal Whatever spins a grim tornado Can also turn a potter's wheel Chorus: Take a little clay Put it on a wheel Get a little hint How God must feel Give a little turn Listen to it spin Make it into the shape You want it in Tell with your life the bloody story Teach to they're dreams not burning steel It's not in bombs where lies the glory But in what's shattered on the field The potter's wheel takes love and caring Skill and patience fast and slow The works it makes are easily broken Once they survive the potter's throw (Chorus) Some day some children will be digging In some long forgotten ground And they'll find our civilization Or what's left of it to be found They'll find the weapons of destruction But buried deeper in the hole They'll find a message and a promise In the sand, the potter's bowl (Chorus) Earth and water and wind conspire With human hands, and love, and fire
作词 : Danoff, Denver Lyrics：Bill Danoff Music：Bill Danoff The world is fast becoming younger The news is all they've ever known They've seen the wars, the hurt, the hunger How will they choose when they are grown What do you tell forever's children When it's their turn to hurt and heal Whatever spins a grim tornado Can also turn a potter's wheel Chorus: Take a little clay Put it on a wheel Get a little hint How God must feel Give a little turn Listen to it spin Make it into the shape You want it in Tell with your life the bloody story Teach to they're dreams not burning steel It's not in bombs where lies the glory But in what's shattered on the field The potter's wheel takes love and caring Skill and patience fast and slow The works it makes are easily broken Once they survive the potter's throw (Chorus) Some day some children will be digging In some long forgotten ground And they'll find our civilization Or what's left of it to be found They'll find the weapons of destruction But buried deeper in the hole They'll find a message and a promise In the sand, the potter's bowl (Chorus) Earth and water and wind conspire With human hands, and love, and fire
