歌词：Leonard Cohen. The Land Of Plenty.

Don?t really know who sent me
To raise my voice and say:
May the lights in The Land of Plenty
Shine on the truth some day.

I don?t know why I come here,
Knowing as I do,
What you really think of me,
What I really think of you.

For the millions in a prison,
That wealth has set apart ?
For the Christ who has not risen,
From the caverns of the heart ?

For the innermost decision,
That we cannot but obey -
For what?s left of our religion,
I lift my voice and pray:
May the lights in The Land of Plenty
Shine on the truth some day.

I know I said I?d meet you,
I?d meet you at the store,
But I can?t buy it, baby.
I can?t buy it anymore.

And I don?t really know who sent me,
To raise my voice and say:
May the lights in The Land of Plenty
Shine on the truth some day.

I don?t know why I come here,
knowing as I do,
what you really think of me,
what I really think of you.

For the innermost decision
That we cannot but obey
For what?s left of our religion
I lift my voice and pray:
May the lights in The Land of Plenty
Shine on the truth some day.