Grace Slick & The Great Society 1966

I looked out my window –
A cloud was grimly forming…
Waiting for the rain I saw,
the one dark cloud forming.
The soldiers paid no heed,
I could hear their hollow laughter.
Down the hill in pairs and threes
The Red Cross girls came after.

Gypsies, drunk and roaring
with their ribbon sabres flying,
in its tangled jungle mess
a bat was softly crying.
The beggars came to find
that there was nobody buying.

I looked out my window –
a cloud was grimly forming.
Waiting for the rain I saw,
the dark clouds forming.
The soldiers paid no heed,
I could hear their hollow laughter,
and waiting for the rain
I saw the gypsies marching after…

Written by Peter Van Gelder