The Rifle And The Song Songtext

And so I turn my head To where the four winds blow To all the books I've read And all the things I know But the mystery lives on All my friends they ask Have you forgotten your soul How can you sing about hunger In a rock'n'roll song? But the mystery lives on The dancer or the dance The sunset or the dawn I can't discern the difference Between the rifle and the song They sanctify Karl Marx and revolution and the American record charts And austere solutions But the mystery lives on While they're starving in Africa In Indochina, in South America, in Appalachia But the mystery lives on The dancer or the dance Ah, the sunset or the dawn I can't discern the difference Between the rifle and the song And so I turn my head To where the four winds blow To all the books I've read And all the things I know But the mystery lives on.