Donovan — Ballad Of A Crystal Man

Walk along and talk along and live your lives quite freely But leave our children with their toys of peppermint and candy For seagull I don't want your wings I don't want your freedom in a lie Your thoughts they are of harlequin, your speeches of quicksilver I read your faces like a poem, kaleidoscope of hate words For seagull I don't want your wings I don't want your freedom in a lie On the quilted battlefields of soldiers dazzling made of toy tin The big bomb like a child's hand could sweep them dead just so to win For seagull I don't want your wings I don't want your freedom in a lie As you fill your glasses with the wine of murdered negroes Thinking not of beauty that spreads like morning sun-glow Seagull I don't want your wings I don't want your freedom in a lie I pray your dreams of vivid screams of children dying slowly And as you polish up your guns your real self be reflecting For seagull I don't want your wings I don't want your freedom in a lie Vietnam, your latest game, you're playing with your blackest Queen Damn your souls and curse your grins, I stand here with a fading dream For seagull I don't want your wings I don't want your freedom in a lie