Give me the good earth I was born on
Give me the sunshine, the grass and the trees
Give me the open skies that I can dream on
Give me the flowers, the birds and the bees
Give me the good earth to lay my head on
Give me the mountains, the cool summer breeze
Give me the forests, the deep river valleys
Give me the oceans the fish and the seas
I don't need to know about the things that lay beyond my life
I don't need to know about the things that I don't need
Give me the good earth to rest my mind on
Give me the rainfall that fills empty streams
Give me the life in the hills and the meadows
Give me the seasons all the changes they bring
Up above a ball of fire, burns their bodies down below
The water surface leeches gather all around who bleed the show
Doctor, doctor take your shoes off, dance around in sheep's manure
The flies have blown five thousand corpses
Floating in your hang nail cure
The land no longer is a virgin
Empty sockets blankly stare at children making love to children
Children making love to children
Be Not Too Hard For Life Is Short
(from original poem by Christopher Logue)
Be not too hard for life is short
And nothing is given to man
be not too hard if he's sold or bought
For he must do the best he can
Be not too hard when he blundly dies
Fighting for things he does not own,
Be not too hard when he tells lies
Or if his heart is sometimes stone.
Be not too hard for soon he'll die
Often no wiser than he began