Frownland

My smile is stuck I cannot go back t' yer frownland My spirit's made up of the ocean And the sky 'n the sun 'n the moon 'N all my eye can see I cannot go back to yer land of gloom Where black jagged shadows Remind me of the comin' of yer doom I want my own land Take my hand 'n come with me It's not too late for you It is not too late for me To find my homeland Where man can stand by another man Without an ego flyin' With no man lyin' 'N no one dyin' by an earthly hand Let the devils burn 'n the beggar learn 'N the little girls that live in those old worlds Take my kind hand My smile is stuck I cannot go back t' yer frownland I cannot go back t' yer frownland