Wond'ring Again - 1970 Master Mix

There's the stillness of death on a deathly unliving sea
And the motor car magical world long since ceased to be
When the Eve-bitten apple returned to destroy the tree

Incestuous ancestry's charabanc ride
Spawning new millions throws the world on its side
Supporting their far-flung illusion, the national curse
And those with no sandwiches, please get off the bus

The excrement bubbles, the century's slime decays
And the brainwashing government lackeys would have us say
It's under control, and we'll soon be on our way, he
To a grand year for babies and quiz panel games
Of the hot hungry millions you'll be sure to remain

The natural resources are dwindling, and no one grows old
And those with no homes to go to, please dig yourself holes

We wandered through quiet lands, felt the first breath of snow
Searched for the last pigeon, slate grey, I've been told
Stumbled on a daffodil which she crushed in the rush, heard it sigh
And left it to die

At once felt remorse and were touched by the loss of our own
Held its poor broken head in her hands
Dropped soft tears in the snow
And it's only the taking that makes you
What you are

Wond'ring aloud, will a son one day be born
To share in our infancy
In the child's path, we've worn, hm

In the aging seclusion of this earth, that our birth did surprise
We'll open his eyes