With the singer and the song
And the music isn't gentle anymore
there's a mist across the moon
And the sun's too hot at noon
And the house is dark behind
Where the flowers used to grow
With their leaves are hanging low
And the constant shadow lies
there's a strange and empty sky
Where the wild birds used to fly
And I never tasted bitter rain before
And will the grass be gone
Will the golden flower wither soon and die
Will the fire burn out the land
And the sea fill-up with with sand
Will the last word ever spoken be why?
Will the last word ever spoken
For the brotherhood of man
And no one's trying to find it anymore
And the winds become a sigh
For those who hate and those who die
And will the grass be gone
Will the golden flower wither soon and die
Will the fire burn out the land
And the sea fill-up with with sand
Will the last word ever spoken be why?
Will the last word ever spoken be why,
Will the last word ever spoken
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