I woke up in make believe
I walked down into the street of autumn leaves
Where nobody sings the folk songs anymore
I past by the chestnut seller
Who was roasting his nuts for a fella
He said why you can't ignore
Nobody sings the folksongs anymore
I past up the street from him
The wind was blowing, the sun was thin
A film of sadness it filled my eyes
And I couldn't see through tears
That fell like rain through all the years
And I thought why nobody sings the folksongs
anymore
I crossed over the street again
To visit inside an old inn,
I knocked upon the door
and walked within
There were many fellas sitting there
Drinking beer to their despair
They said nobody sings the folksongs anymore
Where have all the good men gone?
Why have the walls of Babylon been broken
Down by the Pagan masses there
They cried 'We can't believe our eyes
The world got sold to our surprise'
Nobody sings the folksongs anymore
I asked the woman in the corner
Who was sewing up her husbands shoulder
Crying out like she was newly born
I said what on earth is the matter?
Why can't you explain the patter?
She told me nobody sings the folksongs anymore
Well outside in the light again
I met a strange immortal friend
Who glowed in his presence like a fire
He said walk up the road a while with me
And said we shall see what we shall see
But nobody sings the folk songs anymore
We walked upon the clouds that were lit
By the sun's rolling chariot
And we saw the world before us born
A new like on every corner
An old strife to every donor
And I know nobody sings the folk songs anymore
Well poverty it rings its bell
But nobody answers that knell
No nobody comes to wake the dying poor
They work for hours in their fields
For to scrap up a meal
And nobody sings their folk songs anymore
There are two faiths to guide you by
One is your heart and the other's the sky
And if you follow one you can't ignore
The place that we all come from
The one road to Babylon
But nobody sings the folk songs anymore
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I tell you that you are like me
And I am like the apple tree
That grows, grows its rosy green fruit
And nothing more can answer it
Than an apple that has dropped and split
And nobody sings the folksongs anymore
And now as I'm leaving by
I kiss the sun, and I kiss the sky
For they were the subject of what I adore
And the birds were talking in their praise
Of a world they've known in better days
And nobody sings the folk songs anymore
