Oh, a thousand marching armies and a million marching men
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have won the wide world over and lost it back again,
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But now the word has gone to ev'ry fallen land,
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that this old world is changing hands.
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From the master to the servant, from the owner to the slave
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Colonial days are buried in a deep and dirty grave;
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It's so easy to see and well to understand
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That this old world is changing hands.
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Washington and Jefferson and Patrick Henry too,
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they knew what they were doing when they started something new
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it was in this giant land of ours that it all began
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When this old land was changing hands.
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*chorus*
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And when World War Two was rollin' by the tide was on its way
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Many countries had to listen to the words they had to say
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and the word was spread by millions, all of yellow, black, and tan,
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that this old world is changing hands.
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*chorus*
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Now Africa and Asia and the Carribean shore
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No longer can be counted as the spoils of war
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They were bought and sold together, now together they will stand,
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For this old world is changing hands.
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*chorus*
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This Old World Is Changing Hands
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| Phil Ochs |
