Now is the time for your loving, dear,nAnd the time for your companynNow when the light of reason failsnAnd fires burn on the seanNow in this age of confusionnI have need for your company.nnIt's once I was free to go roaming innThe wind of the springtime mindnIt's once the clouds I sailed uponnWere sweet as lilac winenSo why are the breezes of summer, dearnEnlaced with a grim design?nnAnd where was the will of my father whennWe raised our swords on high?nAnd where was my mother's wailing whennOur flags were justified?nAnd where will we take our pleasures whennOur bodies have been denied?nnFor I am a wild and a lonely childnAnd the child of an angry mannNow with the high wars ragingnI would offer you my handnFor we are the children of darknessnAnd the prey of a proud, proud land.