Greenwood

Greenwood - Peter Yarrow

I've seen a thousand people kneel in silence

I've seen them face the rifles with their songs

I always thought that we could end the killing

But now I live in fear that I was wrong

The killer and the cynic waltz together

Their eyes are turned into their skulls

They do not feel the bullets in thier bodies

They do not hear the dolphins nor the gulls

If we do these things in the greenwood

What will happen in the dry

If we don't stop there'll come a time when women

With barren wombs will bitterly rejoice

With breasts that dry and shreble with no promise

Gladly they'll not suckle one more life

Is this then the whimper and the ending

The impotence of people raised on fear

A fear to blinds the sense of common oneness

That common love and life and death are here

If we do these things in the greenwood

What will happen in the dry

Will no one light the candle in the darkness

Will no one be my guide not let me fall

I've lost the sense that tells me where the path is

I feel the chill of winter in my soul

There's no way I can say the words more plainly

There's no one left to point at anymore

It's you and me and we must make the choice now

And not destroy this life we're living for

If we do these things in the greenwood

What will happen in the dry