Song Of Choice - Dick Gaughan

Early every year the seeds are growing

Unseen, unheard they lie beneath the ground

Would you know before their leaves are showing

That with weeds all your garden will abound?

If you close your eyes, stop your ears

Shut your mouth then how can you know?

For seeds you cannot hear may not be there

Seeds you cannot see may never grow

In January you’ve still got the choice

You can cut the weeds before they start to bud

If you leave them to grow high they’ll silence your voice

And in December you may pay with your blood

So close your eyes, stop your ears

Shut your mouth and take it slow

Let others take the lead and you bring up the rear

And later you can say you didn’t know

Every day another vulture takes flight

There’s another danger born every morning

In the darkness of your blindness the beast will learn to bite

How can you fight if you can’t recognise a warning?

Today you may earn a living wage

Tomorrow you may be on the dole

Though there’s millions going hungry you needn’t disengage

For it’s them, not you, that’s fallen in the hole

It’s alright for you if you run with the pack

It’s alright if you agree with all they do

If fascism is slowly climbing back

It’s not here yet so what’s it got to do with you?

The weeds are all around us and they’re growing

It’ll soon be too late for the knife

If you leave them on the wind that around the world is blowing

You may pay for your silence with your life

So close your eyes, stop your ears

Shut your mouth and never dare

And if it happens here they’ll never come for you

Because they’ll know you really didn’t care