City of gold City of gold And honey-glazed stones If rocks could speak Oh the secrets you would keep Of heroes of the faith of old City of change Of modern and ancient Vying for a place, along with Every tongue and race To fink a home to call their own How misunderstood are those Who live behind you walls The world see you as not Not who you are City of wars All bloodied and torn How many times Has your hand changed hands But soon your wars will be no more For you will be made new Shining like the sun And all will come to you To lay themselves down City of gold And honey-glazed stones If rocks could speak Oh the secrets you would keep Of heroes of the faith of old