Liberty Unmasked

Come see pioneers starving on trout
Meet the drunkards of spirit, of soil, of stout
But old silent fires shall someday bathe all
A cider ferments in us all
(Final call!)

Hear the prophets whose days have gone dim
And for all royal silver, she still won't wed him
Hear the bastards, yes among us they go
All flaunting freedoms so scarcely known

How I see, merrily
The unmasking of liberty
As she bows to misery
Oh her open hands
The joy and dance
And this pattern across a great quilt
For ages to span

You're a traveler packing for years
Armor of rage in a shower of tears
And ya never could see that you were wild and loose
'Til a baby blue soldier forbid you to choose

Now you cry: "Off with these systems and off with these laws!
Bring on the seasons, traditions, and songs
The patterns and cycles
We hitchers of stars
Shall reel in adventure to shatter these bores
To march from these wars"

How I see, merrily
The unmasking of liberty
As she bows to misery
Oh her open hands
The joy and dance
And this pattern across a great quilt
For ages to span

Oh her open hands
The joy and the dance
And this pattern across a great quilt
For ages to span