CHILDREN OF DARKNESS
(written by Richard Farina in 1965; learned from Bob Taber at Teton Tea parties)
Now is the time for your lovin', dear, and the time for your company.
For I am a wild and lonely child and the son of an angry land,
It's once I was free to go roaming in the wind of a springtime mind,
And where was the will of my father when he raised his sword on high?
(from miriam berg's folksong collection)
Now when the light of reason fails and fires burn on the sea,
Now in this age of confusion I have need of your company.
Now with the high wars raging I would offer you my hand,
For we are the children of darkness and the prey of a foul command.
Once the clouds I sailed upon were sweet as lilac wine,
Then, why have the breezes of summer, dear, been laced with a grim design?
And where was my mother's wailing when our flags were justified?
And where will we take our pleasure when our bodies have been denied?