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As
I walk the path into the greenwood
Seeking out the days of yore
My memory of dancing in moonlight
Clouded by the trash of those gone before
Cigarette butts streak the mosses
Glass shards spew a deadly glitter
The stream that once played liquid music
Choked with tires and ugly litter
And I sing
Oh why, oh why, oh why?
Can't you hear -- can't you hear the birdies cry?
And I sing
Oh please, oh please, oh please
And mourn the spray paint on the trees
Picking trash beneath the moonlight
My soul begins to fly
As I walk the path into the village
Seeking ways to grow and heal
A mother and child upon the church steps
Beg me to spare coin for a meal
And the youths who should be dancing and laughing
Growing strong and making fun
Stand in a silent, huddled knot and
Wonder if I have a gun
And
I sing
Oh why, oh why, oh why?
Can't you hear -- can't you hear the children cry?
And I sing
Oh please, oh please, oh please
And the mother falls down to her knees
Picking trash beneath the moonlight
My soul begins to fly
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As I walk the path into my deep self
Seeking knowledge, seeking light
My way is cluttered with painful memory
Times when I didn't do what was right
And the demons chant their evil mantra
Of the way that things ought to be
Ghosts of opportunity lost, but not forgotten
Wail their sorrows endlessly
And I sing
Oh why, oh why, oh why?
Can't you hear -- can't you hear my soul deep cry?
And I sing
Oh please, oh please, oh please
Help me thaw -- help me thaw my heart's deep freeze
Picking trash beneath the moonlight
My soul begins to fly
As I walk the path into the greenwood
Seeking out the days of yore
I find them neath the trash and turmoil
Left by those who have gone before
My bag fills with plastic and tin cans
As I wander through the hour
Behind me a swath clean, green and empty
Marred by only the hawthorne flower
And I sing
Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!
And the birds -- the birds peep from their nests
And I sing
By my will, my will, my will
With joy and song the forest fill
And I sing
So free, so free, so free
The first step begins with me
And I sing
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Lionrhod 1995
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