The Ballad Of The Crystal Man - Donovan

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