Tales of the wise - Wishbone Ash

Any fool must surely know

You plant a seed and it will grow

But only if you tend it well

It’s as the wise men so do tell

The end will justify the means

And all the riches of your dreams

But don’t be tempted on the way

It’s as the wise men so do say

Like trees, children change

As they twist and turn

You suffer alone for the peace that you yearn

You can weep and moan, feel the need to run

But you’re leaving behind a loaded gun