A soft hat, a soft meadow, a soft wineskin, a soft shoulder - a dream-filled afternoon...
And you, of tender years,
Can't know the fears that your elders grew by,
And so please help them with your youth,
They seek the truth before they can die...
The problem years ago - parents were not receptive to us helping them with our youth.
Are we today?
Depends on the parents I suppose. Don't keep from trying though, for one day, you too will be parents.
Teach your children well,
Their father's hell did slowly go by,
And feed them on your dreams
The one they picked, the one you'll know by...