i walk down the street,
ol' mrs. royse is out gardening.
her grandchildren toss the football,
and i feel no tension.

oh, this peace is a dove
that flies up high.
look! there's a ship in the clouds!
there's a cross in the sky!

in the following lawn there's a picnic.
a family of five
enjoying the sunshine,
watching the butterflies,

a white boy and a black boy
play cars on the sidewalk,
their parents by their cars,
enjoying a pleasant talk.

america is calm and fighting no wars,
we'll enjoy time like this, and many more.