Words and music copyright 1998 by Steve Brooks

You know it's true, when I read the news,
I'm getting a little bit down.
What in the world can one man do,
To be turning this world around.
Famine and war, and rich and poor
Are hard to hold in my brain.
Why do I bother to beat my head
On things that will never change?
'Cause,

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I have faith that the human race
Would rather be kind than be cruel.
Like sunshine follows a rainy day -
Just call me an April Fool.

I live in the land of the brave and free,
Though I know it ain't always the case.
We limit the blessings of liberty
By class and by sex and by race.
But history shows that common folks
Can be uncommonly brave -
From the right to strike to the right to vote
To fighting to free the slaves.
So,

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So call me a fool with a fantasy,
A mountain too high to be climbed.
But I'm learning the lesson that history
Happens a heart at a time.
When the workers win, and the sweatshops end,
And they're beating the swords into plows,
You ain't gonna see it on C.N.N.,
But it's happening here and now.
And,

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Yeah, I have faith in the human race.
Just call me an April, call me an April, call me an April fool.