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• Artiste: Dick Gaughan
• Titre: Song Of Choice
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Early every year the seeds are growing Unseen, unheard they lie beneath the ground Would you know before their leaves are showing That with weeds all your garden will abound? If you close your eyes, stop your ears Shut your mouth then how can you know ? For seeds you cannot hear may not be there Seeds you cannot see may never grow In January you've still got the choice You can cut the weeds before they start to bud If you leave them to grow high they'll silence your voice And in December you may pay with your blood So close your eyes, stop your ears, Shut your mouth and take it slow Let others take the lead and you bring up the rear And later you can say you didn't know Every day another vulture takes flight There's another danger born every morning In the darkness of your blindness the beast will learn to bite How can you fight if you can't recognise a warning? Today you may earn a living wage Tomorrow you may be on the dole Though there's millions going hungry you needn't disengage For it's them, not you, that's fallen in the hole It's alright for you if you run with the pack It's alright if you agree with all they do If fascism is slowly climbing back It's not here yet so what's it got to do with you? The weeds are all around us and they're growing It'll soon be too late for the knife If you leave them on the wind that around the world is blowing You may pay for your silence with your life So close your eyes, stop your ears, Shut your mouth and never dare And if it happens here they'll never come for you Because they'll know you really didn't care