I've seen a thousand people kneel in silence   I've 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 don't stop there'll come a time when women   With barren womb will bitterly rejoice   With breasts that dry and never fill with promise   Gladly they'll 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   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?   I've lost the sense that tells me where the path is   I feel the chill of winter in my soul      There's no way I can say the words more plainly   There's no one left to point at anymore   It's you and me and we must make the choice now   And not destroy the life we're 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?