Peter Yarrow - Greenwood lyrics

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 k**ing But now I live in fear that I was wrong The k**er and the cynic waltz together Their eyes are turned into their skulls They do not feel the bullets in their 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 shrivel with no promise Gladly they'll not s**le one more life Is this then the whimper and the ending? The impotence of people raised on fear A fear to blind the sense of common oneness That common love and life and d**h 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 this life we're living for If we do these things in the greenwood What will happen in the dry?