Reply #28: Song of Choice

[seemslikeadream]

written by Peggy Seeger
Thanks to Frank Harte for putting this song on a tape for Karan ages ago

Early every year the seeds are growing
Unseen unheard they lie beneath the ground
Would you know before the leaves are showing
That with weeds all your garden will abound

If you close your eyes, stop your ears
Hold your tongue, how can you know?
The seeds you cannot see may not be there
The seeds you cannot hear may never grow

In January you've still got the choice
You can cut the weeds before they start to bud
If you leave them to grow higher
they'll silence your voice
And in December you may pay with your blood

So close your eyes, stop your ears
Close your mouth and take it slow
Let others take the lead and you bring up the rear
And later you can say you didn't know

Everyday another vulture takes flight
There's another danger born every morning
In the darkness of your blindness
the beast will learn to bite
How can you fight if you can't recognise a warning

So close your eyes, stop your ears
Close your mouth and take it slow
Let others take the lead and you bring up the rear
And later you can say you didn't know

Today you may earn a living wage
Tomorrow you may be on the dole
Though there's millions going hungry
you needn't disengage
For it's them not you that's fallen in the hole

It's alright for you if you run with the pack
It's alright if you agree with all they do
If the fascist's party slowly climbing back
It's not here yet so what's it got to do with you

The weeds are all around us and they're growing
It will soon be too late for the knife
If you leave them on the wind that
around the world is blowing
You may pay for your silence with your life

So close your eyes, stop your ears
Close your mouth, they're never there
And if it happens here they'll never come for you
Because they'll know you really didn't care.