now what are they doing (to my little friends)....

I dreamed I was an Otter
In sheltered leats I lay
Then I heard a sound I feared
And then I saw their coats
All smeared in blood
I knew my fate
Nowhere to hide

I dreamed I was a Red Stag
In pastures grazing
Then I heard a hunting-horn
Ringing out its song
The Song of Death
We know so well
How can I tell?

"For I, I am the Sun
I am the Moon
I am the Stars up above
Now what are they doing to my little friends?
I make everything and it all dies in the end"

I dreamed I was a Big Bear
Bespectacled and brown
Then I saw two shafts of fire
Shooting through the sky
I heard no more
Save drops of rain
I cannot explain

I dreamed I was a Grey Seal
My cubs for suckling
And then they came with sticks and clubs
And beat away my brains
I heard no more
Save children's cries
Helpless to die

"For I, I am the Sun
I am the Moon
I am the Stars up above
Now what are they doing to my little friends?
I make everything and it all dies in the end"

The night is quiet for Otters
In peaceful holts they lie
There is no peace for anyone
Whilst this pest remains
His senseless mind cannot retain
I cannot explain

"For I, I am the Sun
I am the Moon
I am the Stars up above
Now what are they doing to my little friends?
I make everything and it just dies in the end
Now what are they doing to my little friends?
I make everything and it just dies in the end"



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