People C’mon, Wherever You May Roam

C’mon people, people c’mon
Walk with me together
Into things unknown
Into tribal sunrise hanging high above
Valleys of your wisdom
Mountains of your love
C’mon people, I need you on this trip
Throw away your watches
Time ain’t yours to keep
We’ll be drifting higher
Than primeval birds
We’ll be diving deeper
Than any ancient beast

C’mon people, people c’mon
Into whispering meadows
Unexplored and cold
Make them warm with sunshine
Make their grass your home
Walk forever glowing with the light of dawn
C’mon people, everyone of you
Sing your songs of freedom
Write your books of truth
Ain’t no use in waiting
Only action saves us
Who will be there standing
After death’s hand grabs us

C’mon people, people c’mon
Naked in the starlight, dancing on and on
Into summer pastures
Filled with golden thrones
Of a spotless space child, sitting ruling wise
What’s below the mountains, what’s above the sky
C’mon people, bring your planet back
Up to bright horizons
When the dark sky cracks
New dawn reaches out now
For our infant heads
We were born tomorrow
We will live today

C’mon people, people c’mon
To the astral light hovering upon
Sunrise and the sunset, cycles of the world
Things we named and counted, things that made us grow
From a shelf of shadow to the super star
Melting war and chaos into love and art
C’mon people, people c’mon
Don’t be worried, hurried
By the swinging sword
Of our fathers’ masters
We have overthrown
Ride the wind of changes
Ride it on and on

C’mon people, people c’mon
Look for radiant valleys in the eyes of love
And whoever loves us, and whoever dreams
On angelic bikes, on translucent wings
Pain is not a feeling, pleasure ain’t a bliss
Once you kiss your Eden in its swollen lips
C’mon people, people c’mon
Walking sad and blinded
Through automatic shores
Like a ghost of knowledge
Cosmic axis spins
Balances the madness
Most of us live in

C’mon people, people c’mon
Leave the dirty city, shake of all that smog
Run through wondrous forests in majestic spring
Don’t it make you thankful for the words you sing
To the primal railroad riding high on steam
From a fertile mountain to your spirit’s stream
C’mon people, people c’mon
All we need are singers
For the same old song
How the west was conquered
How the sunlight played
Over clean acoustic
Towns and villages