In the days when the world was young and new
Under the Sun, the people spoke one tongue true
On a plain in Shinar, they found a spot
With baked bricks and tar, they planned a mighty plot

Look at the tower we built with our might
Pride in our hearts, reaching for the light
But the heavens are high, and the Lord took note
Scattered we were, our plans all forgot

Look at the tower we made with our hands
Streets of pride in the ancient lands
Heaven's high, and the Lord looked down
At the fragile dust, our golden town

The Lord came down to see what we'd built
Ambition of humankind, a sight to be spilt
They shared one mind, spoke one tongue
Nothing seemed impossible, until the Lord came along

Look at the tower we built with our hands
Streets of pride in the ancient lands
Heaven's high, and the Lord looked down
At the fragile dust, our golden town

Look at the tower we made with our hands
Streets of pride in the ancient lands
Heaven's high, and the Lord looked down
At the fragile dust, our golden town
We thought we were kings, we thought we could fly
But the bricks fell short of the Maker's sky