There was nothing I could dream to have Since dreams could not perform at prime 'Til dreams became a lonely mistress Desire, a neglected wife
So I went back to the stone again And I sat down on my gluttony And I begged the forest floor to fall Instead the forest rose to sing:
Give it back . . . give it back . . . Give it back . . . it all ain't all that . . .
So now I turn each stone I find And plant pennies like they're dreams or seeds And while hunger pulls the plow just fine Starvation, she's a butchered beast
The school rooms glow like palace halls And parks, like terraced garden grounds And neighbors covet only calls And all the Earth is holy ground
Give back . . . give back . . . Give back . . . it's all for all that . . .
Give back . . . give back . . . Give back . . . it's all for all that . . .
Give back . . . give back . . . Give back . . . it's all for all and all and all And all and all and all and all . . .
I turned over a stone today A stone I guess I'd never turned And there beneath the bones and clay