There's an old man talkin   To a young boy weepin   To an old man shaking his head   There's a cool gentle breeze   In the night full of light   As the red glow wavers in the stead   There's a black man crying   And a white man dyin   And a black man's head in the air   The shock of life   Feeds the fight   The fight that's in my head   Holding tight in the stillness of the night   In the stillness of my thoughts   Yet, I know I've only started      Beating on a tin drum marching to a sound   What is it I think?       to a cause   When I don't know what it is I believe      Lonely peeping chick   Calling to his mother   Runs amuck   In a sunken black ditch   And wilham's with the widow   While martha's in the meadow   And the lamb is a layin in sick   And the boy in back   Is talking some slack   To the king of auld lang syne   And my heart goes out   But I cannot spout what I do not know inside   Holding tight in the stillness of my mind   In the stillness of my thought   Yet, I know I've only started