text: Ive seen a thousand people kneel in silence
  Ive seen them face the rifles with their songs
  I always thought that we could end the killing
  But now I live in fear that I was wrong
  The killer and the cynic waltz together
  Their eyes are turned into their skulls
  They do not feel the bullets in the bodies
  They do not hear the dolphin or the gull
  If we do these things in the greenwood
  What will happen in the dry?
  If we dont stop therell come a time when women
  With barren womb will bitterly rejoice
  With breasts that dry and never fill with promise
  Gladly theyll not suckle one more life
  Is this then the whimper and the ending?
  The impotence of people raised on fear
  A fear that blinds the sense of common oneness
  That common love and life or death are here
  If we do these things in the greenwood 
  What will happen in the dry?
  Will no one light the candle in the darkness?
  Will no one be my guide, not let me fall?
  Ive lost the sense that tells me where the path is
  I feel the chill of winter in my soul
  Theres no way I can say the words more plainly
  Theres no one left to point at anymore
  Its you and me and we must make the choice now
  And not destroy the life were living for
  If we do these things in the greenwood
  What will happen in the dry?
  If we do these things in the greenwood
  What will happen in the dry?