Little People In Your Hair

A stranger walked up and motioned to me
You have moving things in your hair
I felt and sure as there's a heaven above
There were five tiny folks living there

Invited them down and to join me
They reluctantly climbed onto my hand
The language they spoke wasn't english
It was foreign but I could still understand

I asked them how did they get up there
They said they rode in on the wind
To help the world be a better place
And on me, their hopes they have pinned

They arrived ten thousand years ago
Until now they've been searching in vain
Maybe, just maybe the time has come
We'll get back to the start once again

We'll live and love without any question
Of colour, of country, of creed
In a world with such joy and devotion
No corruption or killing, no greed

I promised to try with all of my heart
To help people understand
The only thing really important in the world
Is the love of our dear fellow man