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by David Crosby, |
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Stephen Stills, |
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Paul Kantner |
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Stills: If you smile at me, |
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I will understand ' |
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Cause that is something everybody everywhere does in the same language. |
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There's just one thing |
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I got to know, |
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Can you tell me please, who won? |
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Stills: Say, can |
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I have some of your purple berries? |
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I've been eating them for six or seven weeks now, haven't got sick once. |
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Stills: Probably keep us both alive. |
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Wooden ships on the water, very free and easy, |
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Easy, you know the way it's supposed to be, |
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Silver people on the shoreline, let us be, |
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Talkin' 'bout very free and easy... |
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Horror grips us as we watch you die, |
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All we can do is echo your anguished cries, |
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Stare as all human feelings die, |
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We are leaving - you don't need us. |
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Go, take your sister then, by the hand, lead her away from this foreign land, |
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Far away, where we might laugh again, |
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We are leaving - you don't need us. |
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And it's a fair wind, blowin' warm, |
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Out of the south over my shoulder, |
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Guess I'll set a course and go... |
