Donovan - Age Of Treason Lyrics
On a lone and windy hilltop beneath a roof of tinIn a little wallpapered bedroom I done my growin'.'Twas there I dreamt my dreams, I hung my jeansAnd wandered through my puberty as all do.My mother was a tight nut bound up with false guiltStrapped up in her fearing wall she had built.The independent girl in a dark and cruel worldShe'd lost the way to say, "OK, now lay back".We disagreed on most things, I shouted peace and loveThe family is mankind, the symbol of the dove.She only saw the surface of things before her faceBut I was young and argued on for hours.My father he liked poetry, a scholar he might have made.Had nothing, born a poor boy barefoot and underpaidSo the man worked with his hands up and down the land,His dreams forgot he thought that I must follow.With his marks as worker's wisdom he'd read a thing or twoHe once had been a Mason but he never followed through.Always kind and thoughtful, smelling of mushy oilAnd he read me poetry of visionaries.I flunk my way to college, a looser kind of schoolBut we bobbed and played time arty, feeling coolJust to live an artists diggin' the ravin' sceneReading Kerouac and Ginsberg well deuced.I was not academic, Art and English neat,The history of mankind I liked that a bit.And what was I to do ? The choices they were few,I done right disgrace to the working classesI done right disgrace to the working classesI done right disgrace to the working classesI done right disgrace to the working classes
