Lyrics & translations of Chuck Mangione

Without dreams of hope and pride a man will die
Though his flesh still moves his heart sleeps in the grave
Without land man never dreams cause he's not free
All men need a place to live with dignity
Take the crumbs from starving soldiers, they won't die
Lord said not by bread

Morning's here
The morning is here
Sunshine is here
The sky is clear
The morning's here
Get into gear
Breakfast is near
The dark of night has disappeared!