Now What (Are They Doing to My Little Friends) - Anthony Phillips

I dreamed I was an Otter,

In sheltered leats I lay

The I heard a sound I feared

And the 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

And then I heard a hunting-horn

Ringing out it’s 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

And the I saw to 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 childrens' 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

While 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 all dies in the end.