It was the start of the journey That I never could find And all of my family had become strangers It was the fate in the space that I left behind That never stopped me from keep on trying Well yes I felt before how they blocked my way Upon a bridge that lies under water
With cowardly love of cowardly people From the cowardly lands and of cowardly cultures They will never understand living in a cowardly world Filled with tears and full of careers
But what good is gold Tell me what good is gold When your trees are dying And your rivers are crying And love, what good is love When your woods are dying And your rivers are crying
Well press your head in the sand of your motherly earth Like a young boy is holding his mother And warm your spine against her heart that lies deep in the ground Against her heart that is still on fire And shake out those salty tears And see if you're able to put out the fire Until you will become no more than the Sheets of an unslept bed Way off from your rattled brain That's flowing over in restless thought...
But what good is gold Tell me what good will do you gold When your trees are dying And your rivers are crying And therefore what good is love What good can do you love In a world with no desire
