When the lilacs of his eyes,
Turn to shoots the assassin and come hurling down.
When the lillies of his youth,
Turn fading and brown.
When the hourglass of his mind
Turns bleeding and bound.
And the roses of his dreams
Lay scattered upon the ground.
And when the roses of her lover
Have to turned to flowers of the grave.
When his caressing lips
Have turned from red to gray.
When flowers burn
And only a memory remains,
His silver medals turn to dust
And an ash marker is made.
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And when a wind from Hiroshima
Blows ashes into the town.
When they slowly sift to form
A blanket upon the ground.
When the earth turns to a tune,
No flowers can be found,
And the silken mantle he wore
Has turned into a shroud.
[BAHIMSA]
[Written by: Janis Ian
Performed by: Janis Ian-1967
Appears on: For All the Seasons of Your Mind-1967 & Society's Child: The
Verve Recordings-1995 [1] .]
[1] Transcribed from the track on this album.]
[Copyright © Janis Ian/her co-writer(s) if any/their publisher(s).
All rights reserved.]