Wooden ships on the water, very free, and easy
Easy, you know the way it’s supposed to be
Silver people on the shoreline let us be
Talk’n ‘bout very free, and easy
Horror grips us as we watch you die
All we can do is echo your anguished cries
Stare as all human feelings die
We are leaving, you don’t need us
Go take a sister, then, by the hand
Lead her away from this foreign land
Far away, where we might laugh again
We are leaving, you don’t need us
And it’s a fair wind
Blowin’ warm out of the south over my shoulder
Guess I’ll set a course and go
—Wooden Ships - CSNY
