Grimly Forming

Grace Slick & The Great Society 1966

I looked out my window – a cloud was grimly forming…
Waiting for the rain I saw / the one dark cloud forming.
The soldiers paid no heed / I could hear their hollow laughter.
Down the hill in pairs and threes, the Red Cross girls came after.

Gypsies, drunk and roaring / with their ribbon sabres flying,
in its tangled jungle nest / a bat was softly crying.
The beggars came to find / that there was nobody buying.

I looked out my window – a cloud was grimly forming…
Waiting for the rain I saw / the dark clouds forming.
The soldiers paid no heed, I could hear their hollow laughter,
and waiting for the rain I saw the gypsies marching after…

Written by Peter Van Gelder

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