I was flying home from a TV show
As I flew over my hometown,
it sure was a pretty sight
Lit up streets and the neon lights
from an advertiser's sign
who sang carpenter of wood
On the other side was a salesman,
and I think he understood
At the point that I was getting at,
It sure looks good from way up here,
but down there sure needs love
It needs love, true, true love
It needs love, true, true love
The salesman told a story,
a story about his little boy
How he came home from school
one day with a little black Negro boy
the Indians were all dead
blue coats kill them dead.
It was hard to explain an an
So he explained in his great
how they lived by the gun.
We made a lot of mistakes back then,
and we're paying for them now.
And it's not too late to learn how to love,
if we make the effort now.
It needs love, true, true love.
It needs love, true, love
