Graham Nash

You who are on the road
Must have a code that you can live by
And so become yourself
Because the past is just a good-bye.
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Teach your children well,
Their father's hell did slowly go by,
And feed them on your dreams
The one they pick's, the one you'll know by.
Don't you ever ask them why,
if they told you, you will cry,
So just look at them and sigh
and know they love you.
And you, of tender years,
Can't know the fears that ur elders grew by,
And so please help them with your youth,
They seek the truth before they can die.
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Teach your parents well,
Their children's hell will slowly go by,
And feed them on your dreams
The one they pick's, the one you'll know by.
Don't you ever ask them why,
if they told you, you will cry,
So just look at them and sigh
and know they love you.
Can you hear and do you care
Can you see we must be free to
Teach the children to believe
And make a world that we can live in
Bridge
Teach your children well,
Their father's hell did slowly go by,
And feed them on your dreams
The one they pick's, the one you'll know by.
Don't you ever ask them why,
if they told you, you will cry,
So just look at them and sigh
and know they love you.
Submitted by Steve Meyn