The gates to my heaven are no lofty place, No gold and gilt or silver shine, Just two hinges and some peeling paint, That’s where we live you and I.

And I'm so glad you made it, I'm so glad you made it into my kind of heaven,

This is my kind of heaven.
There’s tall pines on the hillside, They watch the weather blow,
and the people and their talking, and seasons come and go.
And I'm so glad you made it,
I'm so glad you made it into my kind of heaven,
This is my kind of heaven.
And in the summer flowers grow, Then they hide beneath the winter snow, But it's all love, just so you know.
This is my kind of heaven, No gold and gilt or silver shine,

I'm so glad you made it, I'm so glad you made it into my kind of heaven,
This is my kind of heaven.

Give it up for the little ones, their sunshine smile Their head so wild and free Give it up for the moonlight, the cold cold nights The stars shine down on me The beauty in the sun, the shimmer of the rain The swaying of the trees, with every cold embrace But something's going on, things have got to change We can't erase the writing on the page All we got to do is (stand up) Oh, can't you hear it (stand up) All we got to do is (stand up) Oh can't you see All we got to do is stand up together, stand up together In peace, in love, in light People we need one another, believe in each other One world, one love, one light Oh, yeah yeah... Oh, there's one above, yeah Oh, and only one life Oh, there's one above, yeah Oh, ooh ooh ooh Everybody (stand up) Can't you hear me (stand up) Oh, can't you see (stand up) All we got to do is stand up together, stand up together In peace, in love, in light People we need one another, believe in each other One world, one love, one light Oh, there's one above, yeah Oh, there's only one life Oh, there's one above, yeah Oh, there's only one life

Let's just roll on,
And flow like the river.

Let's just walk on,
Feeling so free.

Let's keep moving,
Let's keep moving on.

Let's just roll on,
Roll like the river,
Ah ah ah ah.

Let's keep rolling,
Let's keep rolling on.

Yeah yeah yeah,
Yeah yeah yeah.

Let's keep rolling my love,
Let's keep rolling on,
On and on,
Let's keep rolling my love,
Let's keep rolling,
On and on.

ENG:

Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.
I'm a black --- a black sister, black mother, black woman.
How many times do I have to cry over you, my black son, black brother, black father?
If the heart stacked against you not enough
How do you forget all the pain endured by my foremothers, forefathers and ancestors?
Mmm, mmm, mmmmmm.
I cry for black girls, black boys, growing up without fathers.
You are the muse of my blues I hate when you called and no good dirt beats heart breaker. Mmm.
For the sake of our love tread the righteous road
You only have a man when behind closed bars I cry I need you home and free with me.
Mmm, mmm, mmm. Mmm, mmm, mmm.
Kudos to all my strong black brothers and a freedom road.
Thank you for all your contribution to my world.
Who would have thought you'd be king in a land where once our ancestors were but sold enslaved my love.
Who are black brothers? Who are black brothers?
Who are black men? Who are black brothers?
I say, who are black brothers, who are black men?

FR:

Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.
Je suis une ---, une sœur noire, une mère noire, une femme noire.
Combien de fois dois-je pleurer pour toi, mon fils noir, frère noir, père noir ?
Si le cœur empilé contre toi ne suffit pas
Comment peux-tu oublier toute la douleur endurée par mes aïeux, ancêtres et prédécesseurs ?
Mmm, mmm, mmmmmm.
Je pleure pour les filles noires, les garçons noirs, grandissant sans père.
Tu es la muse de mon blues, je déteste quand tu as appelé et que ce sale cœur briseur bat encore. Mmm.
Pour l'amour de notre amour, marche sur la route droite.
Tu es seulement un homme lorsque tu es enfermé, je pleure, j'ai besoin de toi à la maison, libre et avec moi.
Mmm, mmm, mmm. Mmm, mmm, mmm.
Bravo à tous mes frères noirs forts et à une route vers la liberté.
Merci pour toutes vos contributions à mon monde.
Qui aurait cru que tu serais roi dans un pays où autrefois nos ancêtres étaient vendus comme esclaves, mon amour.
Qui sont les frères noirs ? Qui sont les frères noirs ?
Qui sont les hommes noirs ? Qui sont les frères noirs ?
Je demande, qui sont les frères noirs, qui sont les hommes noirs ?