He'll raise your weary spirits high My son will teach your silent hearts to talk Every home will have his picture Pilgrims all will touch his hand Pinball tables gold and silver Altars to the Master's plan Rio, Paris, New York, London Moscow, Peking, Tokyo, the world A Tommy camp in every city Millions flocking in like sheep What they want ain't cheap, 's a pity But who am I, to upset their dreams?