Beach Boys: Trader

Trader sailed a jeweled crownHumanity rowed the wayExploring to command more landScheming how to rule the waves.Trader spied a virgin plain And named it for velvet robesWrote home declaring,"There's a placeWhere totally folks are free(Happily completely)Nourishment fills the prairies and the hillsidesAnd animals stalk the mountains and the seasideAnd fish abound the lakes and birds the skiesSigned sincerely."Trader found the jeweled landWas occupied before he cameBy humans of a second lookWho couldn't even write their names shameTrader said they're not as goodAs folks who wear velvet robesWrote home again and asked, "Please help Their breasts I see; they're not like meBanish them from our prairies and our hillsidesClear them from our mountains and our seasideI want them off our lakes so please replySigned sincerely."Trader he got the crown okayCleared humanity from his wayHe civilized all he sawMaking changes every single day sayShops sprang over the prairies and the hillsidesThen roads cut through the mountains to the seasideThe other kind fled to hide, by and by,And so sincerely Cried.Making it softlyLike the evening sea, trying to beMaking it goCreating it gentlyLike a morning breeze, a life of easeEyes that see Beyond tomorrow, through to the time without hoursPassing the Eden of FlowersReason to live.Embracing togetherLike the merging streams, crying dreamsMaking it fullBegging intentlyFor a slight reprieve, a night of easeHands to touchBeyond the sorrow, on to the force without powerPiercing the crust of the towerReason to live.HopingLike a budding rose, humbling showsMaking it.Struggling lonelyLike a desert field, break the seal, make it realEars to hearBeyond the showers, on to the suns of tomorrowsBurning the flesh of all sorrowsReason to live.Reason to continueReason to go onReason to liveReason to liveReason to live