The Voice of Protest - Donovan

The human race is sleeping, half of us are weeping

Ignorance is creeping, darkening our way

No teacher is teaching, no plan is far reaching

The Hawks of Greed are screeching, poisoning our day.

As 'round and 'round and 'round we go The seeds of misery we sow

'Round and 'round and down we go Your leader is lost and we don’t know.

Brother, sister aching, fear and mistrust making

Giving nought, all taking, emptying the heart

The pain of not giving, pretending we’re living

No one ever forgiving the drama of the dead.

As 'round and 'round and 'round we go The seeds of misery we sow

'Round and 'round and down we go You may well ask which way to go Your leader is lost and he don’t know.

Time he is our Master, more quantity and faster

Directions to disaster, forgetting all we’ve learned

The children are searching, drugtaking and churching

While the old Earth Ship she’s lurching all on her starry way.

As 'round and 'round and 'round we go The seeds of misery we sow

'Round and 'round and down we go You may well ask which way to go Your leader is lost and he don’t know.