We Were Green Then, And The Age Of Never Again Would Never Fade
But Everything Is Fashion With Us, Creatures Of A Blind Brigade
Like The Forces Of The Sky And Sea We March To Deeper Drums
Than Mere Democracy, Or Kindness Of The Heart That Turns When Winter Comes
Or Autumn, When Crushing The Leaves Of Nobler Cause Or Tenderness
Or The Best That-‘s Gone, Becomes The Flag We Follow, Less Awareness
Or Regret That-‘s Now Frowned Upon. And Who Knows Who The Hell Sets Off
The Ripples Through This Shrinking World, This Preaching Song, To Build The Closing Storm
For We-‘re Not All Twins Beneath The Skin. Darwin’s Eye Saw The Danger
Such A Flaw Would Bring; Sometimes Your Friend Really Is A Total Stranger,
Thanks To Mother Nature, And The Surge Of Violence May Save, Or Roar
In The Hearts Of Some Like Tidal Concerns, As Natural As War.