The Good Earth — текст песни (The Monkees)

When I was a child and the road was dark and the way was long and alone,
My heart would lift as I turned the bend and saw the lights of home.
Now high above in a silent sky,
In a still and starry space,
A man looks down on the earth below,
And that blue and green and shining glow,
To him is the lights of home.

It`s the good earth, yes the good earth.
It`s a land of sun and rain and snow,
And mulberry trees and mistletoe,
And burning plains and raging seas,
And Sunday morning taking your ease,
Watching your children grow.

It`s the good earth, yes the good earth,
Where we fought and loved and killed and died,
And ruined and ravished the countryside,
But now, from a million miles away,
From another world that`s cold and gray,
Someone is able to look and say,
That`s the good earth.

So isn`t it time we stopped the tears?
We`ve lived together for thousands of years,
And whether I`m wrong, and whether you`re right,
Whether you`re black, and whether I`m white,
One day we`ll stand on the edge of the world,
And someone will ask us the land of our birth,
And we`ll look into his eyes and quietly say:
It`s the good earth, yes the good earth.

Why can`t we be good on the good earth?