Greenwood

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 the bodies
 They do not hear the dolphins or 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 shrivel 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 blind the sense of common oneness
 That common love and life or 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?