Stop All This Weeping, Swallow Your Pride/

Since My Feet Are Now Fast And Point Away From The Past, I'll Bid Farewell And Be Down The Line.

Let Me Drink From The Waters Where The Mountain Streams Flood Let The Smell Of Wildflowers Flow Free Through My Blood Let Me Sleep In Your Meadows With The Green Grassy Leaves Let Me Walk Down The Highway With My Brother In Peace Let Me Die In My Footsteps Before I Go Down Under The Ground.

Cop Comes Down The Street Crazy As A Loon, He Throws Us In Jail For Carrying Harpoons.

Businessmen, They Drink My Wine, Plowmen Dig My Earth. None Of Them Along The Line Know What Any Of It Is Worth.

I Heard The Tongues Of Angels And The Tongues Of Men And It All Sounded No Different To Me.