What You Have - Roy Harper

Mocy my dear

Another tender year

They said that we were too young to think

They filled our heads with fear

The sand flows through our fingers

With our dreaming out to sea

But what we really had

Is all there really is to be

Oh Mocy my dear

Their being is so clear

Mocy my dear

I’ve seen a funny game

Last night I met a girl

And Summer was her name

I offered her this everything

She said that sex was cheap

She thinks that love’s a position

She has to give or keep

Oh Mocy my dear

And yet they never hear

Mocy my dear

My memory is plain

I’ve been so hurt

But I’ve caused a lot of pain

And I am just as guilty

As the ones that I would blame

We all of us have no excuse

We’re everyone the same

Oh Mocy my dear

That being has no fear

Mocy my love

Our whispering has stood

Three Summers through

The timelessness we flood

Sweeping us back to the lands

That only being knows

Motionless the river

Of our liberation flows

Oh Mocy my dear

Of being anywhere