Oh, let the cold winds blow
And let the chill freeze hell
Because the rich can't see
And the poor won't tell
Let nature's wrath
Wipe away God's grace
Let the cold winds blow
Against the human race
If rich men and poor men cannot live in peace
If hatred and sorrow and prejudice foresees
If man can't find his senses before it is too late
Oh, then the cold wind of hardship
Will surely seal his fate
And let the cold winds blow
And let the chill freeze hell
Because the rich can't see
And the poor won't tell
Let nature's wrath
Wipe away God's grace
Let the cold winds blow
Against the human race
With bombs and big, long rifles
We face our fellow man
Spend more time on destruction
Than on nature's masterplan
Spend billions of green dollars
So the last war we can win
But not willing to spend the penny
To get to Noah's ark here
And let the cold winds blow
And let the chill freeze hell
Because the rich can't see
And the poor won't tell
Let nature's wrath
Wipe away God's grace
Let the cold winds blow
Against the human race
Well, let the cold winds blow
Against the human race
