Hush-a by baby no sense in weeping
If one more village burns while you're sleeping.
Next year will come, or the year after
Ladybird Johnson with speeches and laughter.
Into the grace that once was a country
into hushed forests,
Vultures for santry, pas orphan's eyes
Like an Angel of Mercy
Ladybird Johnson will come with a curtsy.
Magic white fingers this lady possesses;
Love of all landscape this lady professes.
She shall advance, while the cameras follow
Thru the black fields.
The cities bombed hollow.
Ladybird Johnson
with a wand like a witch's
Soon will make whole the wounds of our hutches
Soon will make green the woods and the meadows
Under which lie the loves of our widows.
Hush-a by baby no sense in weeping
If one more village burns while you're sleeping.
Next year will come, or the year after
Ladybird Johnson with speeches and laughter.
If one more village burns while you're sleeping.
Next year will come, or the year after
Ladybird Johnson with speeches and laughter.
Into the grace that once was a country
into hushed forests,
Vultures for santry, pas orphan's eyes
Like an Angel of Mercy
Ladybird Johnson will come with a curtsy.
Magic white fingers this lady possesses;
Love of all landscape this lady professes.
She shall advance, while the cameras follow
Thru the black fields.
The cities bombed hollow.
Ladybird Johnson
with a wand like a witch's
Soon will make whole the wounds of our hutches
Soon will make green the woods and the meadows
Under which lie the loves of our widows.
Hush-a by baby no sense in weeping
If one more village burns while you're sleeping.
Next year will come, or the year after
Ladybird Johnson with speeches and laughter.
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Parole di Aaron Kramer
Musica di Waldemar Hille
Pubblicata su Broadside 75 ottobre 1966