- from the Bellingham Grannies
My ears can hear it coming—
It’s the rising cry for peace.
It is growing, swelling, spreading.
Let the talk of warfare cease.
In the place of hate and violence
Let the way of love increase.
The truth is marching on.
Glory, glory, hallelujah! (3 times)
Word peace is marching on.
We have tried the way of violence—
Let us try the way of love.
Feed the hungry, clothe the naked,
Tame the hawk and send the dove.
With our sisters and our brothers
Join to overcome with love.
World peace is marching on.