Give a Little Love Songtext
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Give a Little Love Songtext
Give A Little Love
By P. Murray and P. Spence
Give a little love! Give a little love, give a little love to your brothers.
Won′t you just give a little love, give a little love to your sisters.
No matter what their race,
No matter what their creed,
No matter what their colour.
Won't you just give a little love, give a little love to each other.
Go tell your friends to throw away their crack
We don′t want anymore of that
It will only hold us back!
Go tell your friends to cast away their guns
It's no longer any fun
I don't wanna have to live and run!
Give a little, give a little, give a little love love!
Give a little, give a little, give a little!
One time man used to come a dance wid him wife
But nowadays man a come a dance wid him knife
Instead of a dance nice man a trouble and strife
And a youth a try take another youth man life.
Go tell your friends to throw away their heroin
Do they not know it will do their bodies a terrible sin.
Go tell your friends to throw away their knives
Before they take their brethren lives.
Mmmm things rough, mmmm times hard
But we don′t have to fight like cat and dog.
Listen me good listen keenly
We need more love and unity.
No fighting on the streets at night
With the gun with the bottle with the stick and the knife.
Oh Lord! things would be nice
If each and everyone would unite.
By P. Murray and P. Spence
Give a little love! Give a little love, give a little love to your brothers.
Won′t you just give a little love, give a little love to your sisters.
No matter what their race,
No matter what their creed,
No matter what their colour.
Won't you just give a little love, give a little love to each other.
Go tell your friends to throw away their crack
We don′t want anymore of that
It will only hold us back!
Go tell your friends to cast away their guns
It's no longer any fun
I don't wanna have to live and run!
Give a little, give a little, give a little love love!
Give a little, give a little, give a little!
One time man used to come a dance wid him wife
But nowadays man a come a dance wid him knife
Instead of a dance nice man a trouble and strife
And a youth a try take another youth man life.
Go tell your friends to throw away their heroin
Do they not know it will do their bodies a terrible sin.
Go tell your friends to throw away their knives
Before they take their brethren lives.
Mmmm things rough, mmmm times hard
But we don′t have to fight like cat and dog.
Listen me good listen keenly
We need more love and unity.
No fighting on the streets at night
With the gun with the bottle with the stick and the knife.
Oh Lord! things would be nice
If each and everyone would unite.
Writer(s): Christopher Ward Norman, Peter David Spencer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com