Ballad of a cristal man

Donovan Leitch
album Fairytale 1965, version I
copyrights: Southern Music Publishers
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.

As you fill your glasses
with the wine of murdered negroes,
thinking not of beauty
that spreads like morning sun-glow.
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.
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.
Seagull, I don't want your wings,
I don't want your freedom in a lie.

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