Anthony Phillips Now What (are They Doing To My Little Friends)
I dreamed I was an Otter, In sheltered leats I lay The I heard a sound I feared and the I saw their coats all smeared in blood I knew my fate - Nowhere to hide. I dreamed I was a Red Stag, In pastures grazing And then I heard a hunting-horn ringing out its song - the Song of Death we know so well How can I tell? For I, I am the Sun I am the Moon I am the Stars up above Now what are they doing to my little friends? I make everything and it all dies in the end. I dreamed I was a Big Bear, bespectacled and brown And the I saw to shafts of fire shooting through the sky - I heard no more save drops of rain I cannot explain... I dreamed I was a Grey Seal, my cubs for suckling And then they came with sticks and clubs and beat away my brains - I heard no more Save childrens' cries helpless to die. For I, I am the Sun I am the Moon I am the Stars up above Now what are they doing to my little friends? I make everything and it all dies in the end. The night is quiet for Otters in peaceful holts they lie There is no peace for anyone While this pest remains, his senseless mind cannot retain I cannot explain - For I, I am the Sun I am the Moon I am the Stars up above Now what are they doing to my little friends? I make everything and it all dies in the end.
