Western Waterloo Songtext
von Poco

There he goes, he′s a trader
Moving on to the virgin land
Got the word from the government
That it's too late for a lowly man
To make a stand

His reasons read like a prophecy
He made them up as he went along
Those who saw it as a fallacy
Are remembered as only dead and gone


Now we all know who was right
And the time showed who was wrong
Saw them wielding all their might
I guess they knew that it wouldn′t be long
It wouldn't be long

He's come to change all the wilderness
Change the course of the rivers, too
He′s not about to stop for any rest
Somebody, please say we′re through

Here we go again and again
Save your woman, you'll save the land
Save the children, they are the future hand
In the promised land
They′re the future hand
In the promised land
They're the future hand
In the promised land


They were left without a home
Somebody left them in the cold