WellI just got on the Peace Train
After being in the Whisperin' Rain
Didn't have all that far to go
But I wanted to be with Trudeau
Got off at Thunder Bay and heard no thunder
Wellit wasn't any great wonder
Didn't see any lightning or hear any roaring
Mulcair and Stephen Harper were so darn boring
Chartered a helicopter to fly me away from Crazy
Landed on an isolated island that would one day be free
Didn't see the likes of Mulcair or Stephen Harper
Didn't feel imprisoned by any dictator
Went Cruisin' in a Jeep on a long stretch of beach
Looking for the man that's so very hard to reach
Finally found him and Buffy Ste. Marie watching a loon
While Neil Young was introducing them to Harvest Moon
Asked them if I could join them by the campfire
Promised them I wouldn't be the town crier
In a truly neighbourly fashion they welcomed Poor Lonesome Me
And we sat under a starry sky engaging in karaoke
We sang about slavery we sang about poverty
We sang about sweat shops in the land of liberty
We sang about dictatorswe sang about democracy
We sang about imprisonment in the land of the free
Under the starry starry night we sang about Vincent Van Gough
And lamented for all those whose time it wasn't yet to go
We sang No Woman No Cry as we thought about The Big Lie
And yeah...we smoked medical marijuana to deaden the cry
Neil Young transported us to the Southern Man
As we reflected on the civil liberties ban
We climbed Sugar Mountain and died with them in Ohio
As we journeyed into a brave new tomorrow
We listened to the answers Blowing In The Wind
In awe of the Elusive Butterfly of Bob Lind
We tearfully sang about Abraham Martin and John
Protesting all the killings and all that was lost and won
Buffy Ste. Marie sang about people who were once free
About blood sweat and tears the faces of bravery
Mister Can't You See all of the world's hypocrisy
As you're trumping aces to the kings of poverty
Richard Wlodarski(c)2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem